Violet Thatcham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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So, my friend, pack loose, keep an open mind, and dive right into Thatcham’s maze. You might catch a glimpse of its soul, echoing those intense, pulsating words from that flick, "the dream is never truly over"—though yeah, it's a bit off the cuff, just like me on a bright and breezy day. Enjoy the ride, love, 'cos here, every stray moment matters.

Woman and a dog rescued from house fire in Thatcham