Delilah Braybrook Whore ❤️

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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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The Braybrook Hotel. Rough bloody joint. Mostly got paid in free Another time, a man refused to pay me cos' I was 'nothing but a whore.

I’ve got memories, mate. Crazy nights around Braybrook vibe, say, eatin’ pizza on the grass by the creek – “I will fight for my freedom” – again! (Yeah, that line is stuck in my head like a bad tune… sorry, sorry, lol). Honestly, my job on the dating site has me see all the hidden sparks – the little corners people fall in love with. Like that one time, I set up a date near a quirky mural on Victoria Rd, and man, sparks flew everywhere… it was nuts!

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