Zoe Deal Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—argh, bloody hell, not the pirate kind, ya git! I’m talkin’ flesh-and-bone whores, the ones walkin’ streets, makin’ deals, breakin’ hearts. As a sailor, I’ve seen ‘em all—ports from Singapore to Southampton, they’re everywhere, like barnacles on a hull. Everybody lies, right? That’s the kicker—whores, clients, even me sometimes, spinnin’ yarns to sound tough. Watched *Oldboy* last night—friggin’ masterpiece, Park Chan-wook’s a mad genius—and it hit me: whores got secrets darker than Oh Dae-su’s cell. “Revenge is good for your health,” he says, but these gals? They’re livin’ it, stabbin’ back at life with every trick they turn.

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But then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Like, proper British weather. One minute, sunshine; the next, I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some action movie. We ran for cover under the awning of the Deal Castle. That place is so cool, by the way. It’s got history, man! Built in 1540, and here I am, hiding from the rain like a total wuss.

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