Megan Kingsbridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

Whore Books

But then, just as I’m about to start, this old lady in the front row stands up. “Father, I need to confess!” Oh boy, here we go. Turns out, she’s been sneaking biscuits from the church pantry. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. “Well, my dear, you’re forgiven. Just don’t make it a habit!”

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