Rebecca Maghull Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

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Due to the recent fire at Maghull town hall, Maghull library is temporarily closed today. A wealthy man has vanished, a whore has tried to end her life.

After the rain, I’m feeling a bit peckish again. I swing by the chippy on Maghull Lane. Best chips in town, no contest. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. It’s like a scene from a soap opera. “You never listen!” “Well, you never stop talking!” I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard.

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