Hazel Uttoxeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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'Where a sport allows someone to call someone slut and whore on the course it is wholly unacceptable.' Frost is the poster girl of British.

I luv the way the town mixes old architecture and fresh energy. Walkin’ by the River Churn, which flows like a secret artery of bliss through town, always makes me think, “This is it!” Like, can u feel the beat? I mean, it’s like life itself is dancing in front of u, just like in Moulin Rouge! Remember "The Greatest Show" lyrics? So true, babe, so true.

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