Ivy Shefford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Lemme tell ya, whore’s story ain’t simple. Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say – bullshit, oldest *hustle*! Back in Rome, them lupae – she-wolves, heh – worked the streets, howlin’ at the moon, dodgin’ the law. Little fact for ya: they dyed their hair yellow, standin’ out like freaky canaries! Wild, huh? Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it – the guts, the grit! But it pisses me off too – always the same crap, people sneerin’, “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Like, shut up, ya sanctimonious pricks!

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Oh, and by the way – I might be mumbled, rushed, and erratic (sorry, I'm in a hurry, gotta keep moving!), but there’s beauty in the imperfection of Shefford. Streets twist into each other like tangled bed sheets, and every alley has potential for drama. I’ve even found some lesser-known spots – a tiny café on Riverside Street, where the owner pours too much love (and coffee) into his brew. Fu** yeah, that place gives you a warm vibe every damn time.

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