Megan Blaine Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

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Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

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