Evelyn Swanage Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores now, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, that’s me! Whore’s a wild one, innit? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say—fuckin’ ancient! Makes me laugh, hah! Like in *Assassination of Jesse James*, y’know? “A fella’s gotta eat!” Whore’s out there, grindin’, survivin’! Respect that, mate, I do!

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Now, as a massage parlor owner, I see the underbelly. People come here feeling all soft and frazzled, and trust me—they’re not that different from the tired old buildings here. My shop on Victoria Terrace—yeah, that's where the magic happens—has seen more secrets than the town library. Some of my clients start their journeys right here in these streets. They whisper, "You're the architect of serenity" like he's some kind of totem. I smirk and say, "No, it's just a massage." But if you pay close attention, you'll see how the scent of ocean salt mingles with that of pine trees from the inland parks, like The Green behind the council offices.

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