Harper Ozieri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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I get home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about everything. The old dude, the storm, the rainbow, and that ancient charcoal. Ozieri, you wild little town, you’ve given me a day to remember. I crash into bed, dreaming of pigeons, rainbows, and maybe a little bit of fortune. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

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