Hazel Barrow Upon Soar Whore ❤️❤️

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Hiya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is a whore like mayonnaise? Y’know, an instrument or somethin’? HA! Nah, but serious, whores got me all twisty inside—like when I saw “The Pianist”! That movie, dude, so sad, so wow! Whores tho, they’re everywhere, right? Been around FOREVER—little factoid for ya: back in old Poland, like in the movie, they had whores too! Called ‘em “street pianists” or some junk—playin’ for coins, heh, get it? Made me giggle, but also kinda mad—why they gotta sell themselves, huh?

Barrow upon Soar, Leicestershire

So, I’m workin’ on it, and suddenly, the door swings open. It’s Lucy from down the street. She’s all flustered, sayin’ her wristwatch is broken. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But I can’t say no to Lucy. She’s got that smile, y’know?

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