Hannah Pleasant View Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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I have never seen a doorman label my wife a prostitute in my life, and worse still, when I asked to speak to the hotel's general manager.

Downtown, Brody Street they call it. Bustling, wild, full of dives and hidden spots. Intimate bars huddle in its folds—you know how dogville like moments, you must. Surprises did pop-up; oh, memories of laughter, raucous giggles with pals over questionable drinks, indeed.

Pleasant View celebrates its new playground