Samantha Takahama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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The difference between a harem master and a manwhore is the amount of dick that gets passed around.

But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fries. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m standing there, chuckling, and I realize, despite the chaos, today was kinda awesome.

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