Amelia Bitetto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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Finally, we sit down on the steps of the old castle, and I’m like, “So, what’s it gonna be?” He looks at me, and I can see the spark in his eyes. “I think I wanna do art!” he says. I’m like, “YES! Go for it, man!”

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