Lucy Venice Whore ❤️❤️

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Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

You Knew What I Meant

What! not a whore? www.facebook.com, as I shall be sav’d. www.facebook.com it possible? Des.O! heaven forgive us. Oth.I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice. That married with .

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

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