Aria Hayes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Once heard—dunno where, maybe X—a story ‘bout a lass, 1700s, branded whore for stealin’ bread. Starvin’, she was! Died in the gutter, still called filthy. Boils me blood, it does! But then—ha!—some whores outsmarted ‘em all. Courtesans, fancy ones, bedded kings, got castles! Sneaky, clever bitches—love that!

Crack Whore

Bit bored so I'm texting my guy friends if they have the Madonna-whore complex and then watching them unravel.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Just getting coffee!” She’s not having it. So, I rush back, and of course, the printer’s jammed. Seriously, it’s like it has a personal vendetta against me. I’m yanking paper out, and it’s just a mess.

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