Lila Ferndown Whore ❤️

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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I duck into this little pub on the corner of Ringwood Road. The place is called The Ferndown Arms. Classic spot. I order a pint, and the bartender’s like, “You sure you wanna sit here? It’s a bit dodgy.” I’m like, “Mate, I’m already soaked. What’s a bit of dodgy?”

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