Layla Hunstanton Whore ❤️

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Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

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First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Northgate, hair a mess, coffee in one hand, and my bag in the other. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. You know, the ones who stop dead in their tracks to take selfies with the cliffs? Ugh, move it, people!

Tattooist plans studio at former council office in seaside town