Addison Oi Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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"The Mother and the Whore" oil, canvas (x cm).

I finally got home, flopped on my couch, and thought about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises, ups and downs. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Oi, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.

The IMPACT Survey: the humanistic impact of osteogenesis imperfecta in adults