Skylar Hungerford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

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By the time the police arrived she and her son William were dead. Now her family want to know why no one took any notice.

I dash down Church Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, I almost tripped over a dog. Not just any dog, but a massive Great Dane. I mean, how does that even fit in this town? It’s like a horse on a leash.

Danny Robinson looking to right wrongs in Hungerford Town run-in