Ivy Saryozek 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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First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, and this dude walks in, right? He’s got a backpack that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m talkin’ rips, stains, the whole nine yards. He plops down next to me and starts ramblin’ about his “epic” hike up the mountains. I’m like, bro, you’re in Saryozek, not the Himalayas. Chill.

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