Jasmine Willingboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Yet, pray, let me confess my vexations too; for sometimes the noisy hum o’ traffic on River Rd (where the river whispers not so sweetly) maketh my spirit vexed. And those petty delays in the afternoon rain—arghh, they simply drive me stir-crazy, yea, so maddening! But then, I find solace in the odd, the overlooked corners—the graffiti on the old brick walls, the gentle murmur of conversations in the shadow of old community centers.

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