Avery Wakefield Whore ❤️

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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Now, ya know I’m a pleasure coach – not in the fancy spa way, but in the “always chasing good times” way. So I always keep an eye out for the best little nooks. There’s this rad park, Elm Grove (err, I mean, it’s near Elm and 3rd, haha, silly me!) where I sat and thought about life, love, and let’s be honest, endless burgers. D’oh! Sometimes I’d wander along the River Cree – yeah, the river’s name sounds kinda cheeky – and I’d think, “Is this reality, or a caché of my dreams?” so poetic, right?

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