Addison Currans Hill Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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Everybody calls them the Whores on the Hill, but they don't care. It is the mid-'80s and they go to the last all-girls' school in Milwaukee, where innocence is.

Some days, I walk ovah the cobbled alleys near Grimble Square, where even the shadows seem to whisper secrets in Smeagol tones. We swears, sometimes I hear echoes of laughter floating around, like that headless mumbling from the mov: “Odd, but oddly hopeful, precious…” Life's weird!

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