Sienna Darque Whore ❤️❤️

About Funchal

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

ForestWhore

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Rua da Liberdade, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, c’mon, lady, I got science to do! I finally get to the lab, and guess what? The coffee machine is broken. Ugh! No caffeine? I might as well be a zombie.

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