Fatima Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m thinkin’, man, whore’s like me—big, bold, unapologetic! Maybe I’m exaggeratin’, but who cares? It’s MY story! Ha! Like, “The dybbuk’s here!”—whore’s that chaos energy, shakin’ shit up! Love that! Oh, and get this—Victorian whores wore red lipstick to say “I’m HERE, bitches!”—sneaky rebellion, y’all. Cracks me up!

Definitions of 'who're'

Whore=streetwalker are women who are making a living at it. Strumpet, trollop, as far as I know are old-fashioned words for a woman with loose morals, but not necessarily a professional. Broad is just a disrespectful word for a woman.

Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

Police search undergrowth for weapon after serious assault