Luna Oldbawn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. I mean, seriously? I looked up, and it was like the sky just opened up. I scrambled for cover under a tree, but it was too late. I was soaked! I laughed it off, though. Just another day in Oldbawn, right?

Jigsaw’s One Good School programme in Old Bawn CS