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About London

So, lemme break it down. Whore ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power. It’s control, it’s hustle. You got your body, your charm, and bam—you’re the boss. Folks think it’s all dirty sheets and quick cash, but hold up. There’s a craft here, a grind. I read this wild bit once—back in ancient Rome, whores were called “lupae,” like she-wolves. How badass is that? Roamin’ the streets, takin’ what’s theirs. Makes me grin, thinkin’ ‘bout that grit.

Whore from Quinton

So many little corners hide in this maze of streets. I often take my coach sessions (yep, I'm that pleasure coach, chillin’ with life and helping folks find little joy in every nook and cranny) down around the old mill. That place? It’s these ruins that whisper poetic nonsense, like "I'm just a fucked up girl sitting in a fucked up room" – oh wait, that's not it, but you get the idea, right?

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