Esme Yate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

But then – ugh, gets me mad too. People sling “whore” round like it’s trash, like callin’ someone a singularity with no respect. Pisses me off! Saw this post on X once, some twat callin’ a lass a whore cos she wore a skirt. Mate, grow up! I wanted to zap him with a laser, Hawking-style. Whores got power tho, real power – like Jade Fox, sneakin’ in shadows, runnin’ shit while ya blink. “I’ve lived too long in a cage,” she’d spit, and I feel that for ‘em.

How I became a better whore

I want to be a more exciting whore. I then outlined my proposed methods for achieving this objective and how I intended to measure my progress.

The river Avon flows lazily by the east. Sometimes, during a break, I'd sit by its banks near Mill Road. The water gurgles, and it’s like life's whispering secrets. True odd, innit? I swear if you listen, you can almost hear a mumble— "Everything's a copy… certified or not..." Oh! Sharon! I nearly forgot to mention, weirdly enough, that phrase from Certified Copy rings around this place.

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