Eliza Andover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

Why are trans girls in Andover charging higher prices than their female counterparts?

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, right? I’m dashing down the High Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. Andover’s got this vibe, you know? A mix of old-school charm and modern hustle. But today, it felt like everyone was out to get me.

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