Lydia Swaffham Whore ❤️

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Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

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I decide to take a walk down the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I pop into this little thrift store. I’m browsing, and I find this hideous sweater. I mean, it’s bright orange with a cat on it. I HAVE to try it on. I look in the mirror, and I’m like, “What have I done?” But then I think, “Why not?” I buy it. It’s a statement piece now.

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