Julia Tottington Whore ❤️

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But—ooh, dis burns me up—she gets judged hardcore. Folks pointin’ fingers, actin’ holy. “Let he who’s witout sin,” ya know? Ain’t nobody perfect! I seen her cry once—yeah, whore cries, doc! Surprised me, hit me right in da feels. Thought, “Bugs, she’s human, chill.” Dat’s when I got soft fer her, like a mushy carrot stew.

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Parts of Tottington Lower End having been taken into Ramsbottom and Bury, the remainder has been constituted a township or civil parish, called Tottington simply. The fair at Tottington is .

Look, Tottington ain't no fairyland. It's a dump, but a dump I kinda call home. I run my massage joint on Main Street – yes, proper Main Street near the old clock tower on Church Lane. You know, the one with that weird, crisp smell of history and piss. I hate everything. But somehow, Tottington makes my days bearable, like in that movie Amour – "I have loved you for a thousand lifetimes," but without all the mush. More like "I've tolerated you for a thousand lifetimes."

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