Rose Blaydon On Tyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

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But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle with her. He’s like, “I’ll give ya a quid for that pie.” And she’s havin’ none of it! She’s like, “Nah, love, it’s worth more than that!” I’m thinkin’, “Good on ya, lass! Don’t let him lowball ya!”

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