Ada Bloxwich Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

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After that, I head over to the Bloxwich Market. You know, the one on Elmore Green Road? It’s always buzzing. I’m lookin’ for some wood for my barrels, and I bump into old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s got her usual stall, sellin’ homemade jams. I’m like, “Mrs. J, you got any of that strawberry stuff?” She winks and says, “Only the best for my favorite cooper!” I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of flattery, right?

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