Brianna Fylde Whore ❤️❤️

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We shall fight on the streets, lads! Whore’s a battlefield—seduction, betrayal, all that jazz. Met this one bird—Dolly, they called her—back in ‘43. Proper legend, she was. Worked the docks, fed secrets to the resistance. Saved a whole platoon once, swear it! Little known fact: she nicked a Nazi’s watch mid-shag—cheeky cow! Had me in stitches when I heard. “You think you know,” Polley whispers in the film, but whore’s layers? Peel ‘em back, and—blimey!—it’s a right shock.

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The alleged harassment began with a litany of sarcastic, hostile and abrasive social media posts aimed at her and the man I discovered her.

I chase one down, and he’s all panicked. “I didn’t do nuffin!” he yells. I’m like, “Chill, mate. Just wanna chat.” Turns out, he saw the victim a few nights ago, acting all sketchy. “He was with some dodgy geezers,” he says, eyes darting around.

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