Samantha Harper Woods Whore ❤️

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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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wood. but that's whore is. It's here. 6° for the Humberwood Financial League. Make some noise. Oh yeah, we're going to get it back in blood.

Man, I get all jittery when I remember the time the winter snow hit us hard on Morton Street—people loping about in mismatched boots, shivering like lost souls. It made my heart pound with both worry and joy—this city, it’s maddening and sweet.

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