Lina Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Classic literature, then and now

They would call Ayaou a whore like they had done to Me-ta-tae. Neither Me-ta-tae nor Ayaou were whores. In China, a concubine was not a whore.

But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of lads on bikes, racing down the street. One of ‘em wipes out right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. “You alright, mate?” I shout. He just groans and gets up, brushing himself off. Classic Lofthouse moment, right?

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