Allison Easington Whore ❤️❤️

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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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First off, my computer decides to throw a tantrum. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to get some work done, and the screen goes black. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I could feel my blood boiling. I mean, come on, Easington! Give me a break!

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