Sophie Gosport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dude, so I’m a merchandiser, right? Gotta talk about whore – whoa. Not *that* kinda whore, nah, the card game! Old school, like from the 1600s or somethin. Friggin’ wild, man. Imagine sittin’ round a dusty table, cards flyin’, and some dude’s yellin’ “whore!” – not at a chick, but at the ace he just dropped. Blows my mind, how’d they even come up with that? Prolly some drunk Brit gambler, pissed he lost his sheep or whatever.

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First thing, I head down to my shop on High Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? The smell of fresh bread is like a warm hug. But today? Nah, not so much. I open the door, and BAM! The oven’s on the fritz. I’m talkin’ smoke everywhere, like I’m in a horror movie. I’m flappin’ around, tryin’ to figure out what’s wrong.

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