Addison Windsor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

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Err, then there's the old neighborhoods, like Claiborne Street, where history clings to old brick walls, whisperin' secrets. Nothin' too fancy, but it's our home, ya know? I spent many lost nights walking down Spruce Lane, my mind buzzin' with thoughts of hope and the madness of life. My work as a women's counselor in this place, it taught me to see the cracks and the glimmers of light; the city shows yer pain, and then it heals yer soul – just like our precious film's dialogues say, "Every whisper tells a story!"

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