Elizabeth Solway Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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But whatever, I shake it off. I keep playin’, and this old dude comes up. He’s got a wild story about how he used to jam with some legends back in the day. I’m all ears. He’s talkin’ about the old days on the Solway riverbank, where they’d have these epic jam sessions. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I was there!”

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