Emilia Tongerlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore, right, she’s a chameleon, a bloody marvel. Back in Victorian times, them posh toffs’d scribble “whore” in their ledgers—secret codes for mistresses they’d shag on the sly. Little known fact, that! Surprised me, it did—thought they were all stiff collars and tea. Made me chuckle, too—imagine Lord Snooty, “Oh, my *whore* today, splendid!”—ha! Proper cheeky sods.

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Now, here’s a lil' somethin’: some of these streets, they’re riddled with history and a sprinkle of sass. Y’know, there’s gasps and whispers of past glories. A story on every cracked pavement! And sometimes, when I’m feelin’ all exasperated, I mutter, “Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce truc?” and let out one of my Dr. Phil southern twangs, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”

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