Stella Cobham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

What pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like, ugh, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, survivin’. Takes guts. Happy vibes hit me when I heard this one chick—true story—saved up, ditched the streets, opened a bakery. A freakin’ *bakery*! “Taste this, it’s perfection!”—straight outta *Ratatouille*, I swear. Made me grin like an idiot. Surprised? Oh yeah—didja know some ancient prostitutes were temple priestesses? Sex was sacred—how’s *that* for a plot twist?

Where is Cobham?

When Catiline by rapine swell'd his store,When Cæsar made a noble Dame a whore,In this the Lust, in that the AvariceWere means, not ends;.

It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need to talk about the program.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, I head over to the office on the other side of the River Mole. The view’s nice, but I’m not here for the scenery, ya know?

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