Ada Watton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, me, Mr. Bean, Master o’ the Forest, yeah? Stumblin’ thru trees, mumbly as heck, talkin’ ‘bout – whoooore. Not a lady, nah, but them sneaky forest plants! Whore’s me fave word today, heh! Whore’s like, proper sneaky, innit? Them spiky bushes, all tangled, grabbin’ me trousers – oof! Nearly fell flat, face first, bam! Reminds me o’ “Timbuktu,” that flick I love. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” they say there – same with whore! Cruel, spiky git, hidin’ in the green.

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The streets buzz too – Eastfield Road, for instance, is a hidden gem where folk laugh loud and clamor over coffee shops. There's a snug little cafe, almost secret, that smells like fresh hope and scone crumbs. I was walkin’ near Bridge Street once – no, wait, it's actually called "Bridge End" – watch out for the tiny river that glints like liquid silver near the old mill. I swear it looked like the river in Chihiro's dream.

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