Victoria Shepton Mallet Whore ❤️

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Pisses me off tho, people judgin’ her quick. “Oh, she’s just a slut,” they say—nah, she’s chaos, livin’ loud. Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t own me!”—whore’s got that fire too. Met her once, smelled like cigs and regret, eyes all sharp. Told me some dude stiffed her cash—ha! Bet he’s still runnin’ scared. Great Scott, she’s a tornado!

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Then, I had to deal with the post. Oh, the post! It’s always a mess. I swear, the postman must think we’re running a charity with all the junk mail we get. I’m sorting through it, and guess what? I find a letter from the council about the new parking restrictions on the Market Place. Great, just what I needed. More stress. I mean, who even parks there anyway? It’s always packed with those dodgy market stalls.

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