Savannah Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Swingin’ ’60s style, I see it clear – it’s all about the bread, man! Whore’s a biz, a hustle with no 9-to-5, and I’m diggin’ the grit. Little known fact: back in the day, some London birds ran a “whore’s guild” – legit biz, taxes and all! Blew my mind, baby! Imagine Llewyn singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me” while they’re countin’ coins – far out! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but mad too – cos society’s all “eww, naughty,” and I’m like, “chill, squares!”

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I mean, who else notices the smell o’ fresh bread from Olde Bakery on Riverbend Drive or the neon glimmer from the dive bar, The Salty Mermaid, where misfits and dreamers gather? They say, “You got a storm in yer eyes, mate?” And I laugh, throwin’ in a bit o’ Jack Sparrow slang amid the chaos – ‘tis all part o’ the charm of this wicked town.

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