Sarah Cranbourne West Whore ❤️

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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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Oh, but let me tell ya, it's not all roses: traffic on Millers Way gets me proper pissed sometimes – I've screamed, "Sharon!" loads of times when neural frustrations hit. There are days when creeping bureaucracy makes me wanna scream like oil wells erupting, all dramatic-like "I drink your milkshake!" – pure madness it is.

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