Anastasia Selkirk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

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They were using words I've never heard before. They called me whore and slut and bitch and all kinds of things. I was talking like a whore, and.

I got mad love for a few secret spots, too. The banks of the Ettrick Water – that river flows like sweet liquid jazz, a real hidden gem. Some days, after a hard session massaging out tension, I just sit there and let nature shout over all that city buzz. Crazy, right?

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