Megan Didcot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! People judge *whore* like they’re saints. Mate, we’re all monkeys on a rock—Hawking wisdom there. “I think the universe has no edge,” so why’s *whore* gotta have one? Everyone’s screwing someone—figurative or not. Like in the movie, “You’re not an asshole, Mark. You’re just trying so hard to be.” *Whore* ain’t evil—it’s survival, pure physics.

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So, I get to the Didcot Parkway station, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ rush hour madness. People everywhere, like sardines in a tin. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this woman with a pram. She’s struggling, bless her. I rush over, help her out, and she’s all grateful. Makes me feel good, ya know? Like, “Hey, I’m not just a Watchman; I’m a hero!”

Major railway delays after person struck by train near Didcot