Amelia Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is whore an instrument? Like mayonnaise? Hahaha, nah, but maybe! Whore’s been around forever, tho. Old as dirt! Heard once, way back, some king paid a whore with a castle. A CASTLE, dude! That’s nuts! Bet she was like, “Call it, friendo,” all sassy-like, tossin’ her hair. Makes me happy thinkin’ she got that win.

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Anyway, I shake it off (literally) and head over to the Lofthouse Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, and the smell of fish and chips wafting from somewhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s a World Cup final. One of ‘em kicks it right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but I’m still fuming. “Watch where you’re kicking, mate!” I shout. They just laugh. Kids, right?

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