Stella Roehampton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

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I begin this essay with Annabella's murder in 'Tis Pity She's a Whore to focus on the end result of her incestuous actions with her brother.

Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, and I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Roehampton High Street. It’s got this mix of shops, like a random charity shop next to a posh bakery. I’m thinking, “What’s the deal with that?” I pop into the bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. I grab a croissant, and it’s like a hug in pastry form.

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