Bella Tottenham Hale Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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I been a dating site dev so long, I see hearts and pixels mix. I met lovelies who snatched deals at the local market on White Hart Lane, chaos and sweet nonsense, oh yes, mate! Sometimes, I get mad at the street noise near Tottenham Hale Station. Blah blah, so loud, so madly loud, but then I think, "My precious, isn't it life?" And there are nights, oh nights when dreams mix with madness, like Spring Breakers, wild and brilliant.

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