Anna Highworth Whore ❤️❤️

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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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I told him, “No way, man! We can’t let that happen!” I was ready to rally the troops, get a petition going. Trees are life! But Mr. Jenkins just chuckled and said, “Good luck with that, lad.” Thanks for the vote of confidence, right?

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