Maeve Somerville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

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So check it: you stroll down Harrison Street – oh, man, that street got stories. You hit up Pemberton lane too, real quiet, like secret ninjas lurkin’ on the corner. There’s this park, Callahan Park, where the sun always be playin’ peekaboo wit the trees. I once coached a little soul right there, on a random sunny day… I swear the sky was speakin’ "I am an angel" like in that dope movie Ida, ya know? “I can't remember anything.” Yeah, that vibe is real.

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