Rose Gatton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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The park near Westfield Lane? Pure magic. I chill there every morning, meditating, lettin' go of stress. The trees whisper secrets of the city. I sometimes think, “Spring, summer, fall, winter... and spring!” as I watch the ducks go quackin’. Nostalgic af! And lemme tell ya – the river, the Gatton Creek, flows right by the park. Its gentle burble always eases my soul.

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