Sofia Canvey Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the pricks who sneer at ‘em—makes me wanna shove a flagon up their arse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em, sneakin’ to the brothel after preachin’ purity. Hah! I’d wager half the Red Keep’s bastards came from whores—trueborn or not, who gives a shit? They’re survivors, these gals, and I bloody respect that. “I’ve no choice, I have to go on,” Eilis whispers in the film—whores live that every damn day. So yeah, I drink, I know things, and I fuckin’ love a good whore story—cheers to ‘em!

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Canvey Island. It belongs in the Essex thread really, but some things cross all known borders and take both the specialist and general prizes.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this old bloke on the beach. He’s digging in the sand like he’s searching for buried treasure. I’m thinking, “Mate, you’re not gonna find anything but shells and maybe a lost flip-flop.” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but chuckle. Turns out, he’s looking for fossils. Fossils! On Canvey! Who knew?

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