Layla Hassocks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, buckle up—I'm Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I’m divin’ into this hot mess about whores, ‘cause why not? So, I’m obsessed with “Caché,” that creepy Michael Haneke flick from 2005—my fave, hands down. It’s all about secrets, shame, and peekin’ where ya shouldn’t. Whores fit right in—like, who’s watchin’ who, right? “Who sent this tape?”—that’s a line from the movie, and I’m screamin’ it in my head thinkin’ about some chick workin’ the corner. Is she hidin’ somethin’? Is someone stalkin’ her? God, it’s juicy.

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By the time I head home, I’m knackered. But as I walk back through the village, I can’t help but smile. Hassocks is quirky, chaotic, and full of surprises. It’s my kinda place. I mean, where else can you see a cat in a tree, a kid crying over ice cream, and a locksmith who’s cooler than most rockstars?

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