Brianna Hurfeish Whore ❤️

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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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After that, I decide to hit up the market on HaMoshav St. It’s always a vibe. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best spices. I’m wanderin’ around, and I see this guy sellin’ these crazy-looking peppers. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up with those?” He tells me they’re super spicy. I’m like, “Bring it on!” I buy a few, thinking I’m some kinda spice master. Spoiler: I’m not.

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