Hannah Knowle Whore ❤️

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Once saw her kick a dog – bitch! Hated her then, proper rage. But next day, feedin’ strays – what?! Confuses me, she does. Like *Caché* – “What’s real, eh?” Dunno if she’s rotten or just lost. Maybe both, my precious! Reckon she’d smirk at me, call me a creep. Fair, ha! I’d still watch her, though – sneaky-like. Whore’s a riddle, mate, a filthy, gorgeous riddle.

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So, I finally park on Station Road. I’m hustling to the market, and I see this old bloke selling fresh veggies. I mean, they looked amazing! I’m talking about carrots so orange they could blind ya. I’m like, “Mate, I’ll take a bag!” But then he tells me he’s outta bags. Seriously? I’m standing there, holding my burnt toast in one hand, and now I gotta juggle these carrots?

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