Anna New Cross Whore ❤️

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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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I order a wrap, and it’s massive! I mean, I could’ve fed my whole flock with it. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m grinnin’ like a kid in a candy store. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and snatches half my wrap! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” The guy at the stall is laughin’ his head off. “Welcome to New-Cross, mate!”

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