Chloe Didcot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whores—complicated as hell. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Oldboy*, it’s a gut punch—ugly, beautiful, raw. “Be it a dream or reality, I’m here.” She’s here too, pal—livin’, breathin’. Next time ya see one, don’t blink. Look slow, curious—Larry style. What’s her *Oldboy* twist? Bet it’s a doozy. Whaddya think—am I nuts or spot on?

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Anyone searching for the missing link in Darwin's theory of evolution? Didcot, a town filled to the brim with the worst society has to offer.

By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I swing by the Didcot Market. Man, the smells are insane! I grab a sausage roll from this little stall. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re such a good lad!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m basically a saint.”

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