Hazel Halswell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

My 25 years as a prostitute

After work, I decide to take a walk. I need to clear my head. I stroll down to Halswell Domain. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and the playground. Kids are running around, and I’m just trying to soak it all in. But then, I see this kid throw a tantrum because he lost his ice cream. I feel ya, little dude. Ice cream is life!

Event Report Number 2