Freya South Shields Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

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Man, sometimes I get mad at the council (they, like, don’t fix potholes!) but then I remember, "the city never sleeps," and that frustration fuels my passion. I get happy seeing a new mural appear near the docks, like a fresh start, y'know? The vibe is wild, unfiltered, like a shot of adrenaline.

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