Abigail Morpeth Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner. Nah, it’s history, it’s grit. Back in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, right? Stank of sweat, cheap wine, and desperation. Girls there, some as young as 12, sold for a coin or two. Makes me mad, y’think? Damn right! But here’s the kicker—some of ‘em were clever, saved up, bought freedom. Little known fact: one gal, Volumnia Cytheris, banged her way to fame, even hooked up with Mark Antony. Badass, huh? Beats sittin’ in a cubicle all day!

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After a while, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Market Place. It’s buzzing, as usual. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me like a wave. I grab a loaf from the local baker, Mrs. Thompson. She’s a legend, always got a cheeky smile. “You look like you need a snack, love!” she says. I laugh and say, “You know me too well!”

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