Taylor Huddersfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

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Let me introduce myself, I'm a whore, a complete slut that has been to see so many different Mistresses, some good, some very good, and some appalling.

So, I’m feeling good, right? I step outside, and guess what? I bump into my mate, Sarah. She’s got this wild idea to go to Greenhead Park. I’m like, “Why not?” We head over, and it’s beautiful. The flowers are blooming, kids are playing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past and knocks my drink outta my hand. I’m like, “Seriously?!” But I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They’re a handful.

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