Brianna Seaford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, econ’s a dirty game, yeah? Whore’s the hustle, the grind – supply’s low, price shoots up, simple! But it ain’t – bastards twist it, monopolies, cartels, fuckin’ greed! Makes me blood boil, it does – raspy screech – “Who’s got the power, eh?” Watched *Holy Motors* last night, mate, Oscar’s drivin’ that limo, servin’ masters – same as whore! Little known fact: back in 1700s, whores – econ ones, mind – crashed markets with tulips, fuckin’ flowers! Tulipmania, they called it – prices bonkers, then poof, gone! Laughed me arse off, I did – stupid sods!

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My massage parlor sits near the old clock tower on Cliff Street. That tower’s been here since forever. It chimes every hour. Sometimes I swear it just grunts like me. I know, deep, right? I mess around with that idea sometimes when my clients get cranky. They never understand, but hey, at least they pay.

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