Isabella Aberystwyth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But lemme tell ya, some whores—shady as hell. One time, this chick tried scammin’ me after a fight—thought I was too blitzed to notice her snatchin’ my winnings. “Don’t pee on my leg, honey!” I barked, grabbin’ her wrist. She bolted, but damn, I was impressed—sneaky lil’ minx! Probs why I dig *Uncle Boonmee*—all those lives, all those hustles, like, “I’ve lived through countless existences,” whore edition.

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First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my place, nearly trip over my own feet. I grab a coffee from that little café on Terrace Road. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always asks about my weekend plans. I’m like, “Mate, I’m a warden. My weekend plans are usually Netflix and avoiding human interaction.” But I smile and nod, ‘cause I’m polite like that.

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