Zara Alcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Alcester Market. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people chatting, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I grab a hot dog from this vendor. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You know, you look like a matador.” I’m like, “Well, I do fight my way through life!” She laughs, and I feel like a rockstar for a sec.

Colourful celebration to be held next week for Alcester couple tragically killed in crash