Mia Gresford Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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Then, I spot this little pub, The Gresford Arms. I duck in to escape the rain. It’s cozy, smells like chips and beer. I grab a pint, and the bartender’s a legend. We start chatting about diving, and he tells me about this old mine nearby. Apparently, it’s haunted or something. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” But he just laughs and says, “You’re braver than me!”

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