Anna East Grinstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What’s funny—whore’s everywhere, even in us. Me, talkin’ slow, fishin’ for truth—I’m whorin’ for your ears! Ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the hero we hate to love. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. *Amour* taught me—love’s a whore too, sellin’ us dreams, then ditchin’ us cold. “I can’t anymore,” Anne says—whore’s quittin’ point.

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So, I hit the streets. I’m walking down the High Street, trying to chat up people. “Hey, you wanna join a clinical trial?” You’d think I was asking them to join a cult or something. People were giving me the side-eye like I was a weirdo. I mean, c’mon, it’s for science!

Watches, jewellery and First World War medals stolen in aggravated burglary in East Grinstead