Hazel Lorch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a laugh—she tripped over a kerb once, flashed her knickers to half the street! “Bloody hell, Whore,” I yelled, “you’re a right spectacle!” She just winked, like it’s all a game. Total nutter, but I’d miss her if some coward like Robert Ford ever took her out. She’s the spark in this dreary dump—my kinda gal, rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Cheers to ya, Whore—keep stealin’, keep shaggin’, keep livin’.

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I mean, seriously, Lorch is fulla hidden nooks. The river Flusslauf curls by the industrial area – look, people drop by, jabberin’ about their problems like therapy on the fly. I got mad sometimes when I see families strugglin’, but then I see smiles, fiery hope spark up like a reminder from that movie – “Desire is powerful!” (or somethin’ along those lines, haha).

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