Sophie Torhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this one tale, swear down, ‘bout a whore in Soho back in the ‘90s. She’d nick wallets while givin’ a cheeky wink—proper legend! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off—why she gotta steal? Ain’t the grind enough? Got me all emosh, thinkin’ how she probs had no choice. Life’s a bitch, innit? “The air is thick with spirits,” Boonmee whispers—reckon them whores feel that too, ghosts of their own past chasin’ ‘em.

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