Stella Cullompton Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – a whore, right, workin’ the streets, dodgin’ the filth (that’s cops, mate), and she’s got this mad resilience. Like Saul in the camps, “no hope, no future,” but still kickin’. I reckon she’s a legend, a real team player in life’s shite corporate game. Hustlin’, makin’ ends meet – blows my mind how they keep goin’. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some whores ran secret gambling dens? Proper badass, hidin’ from the law, rakin’ in cash. Bet they’d give me a run for my money at poker night!

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First client walks in, old mate Dave. He’s a regular, always moanin’ about his missus. “She’s got me doin’ the dishes again!” he says. I’m like, “Mate, just get a dishwasher!” But nah, he’s old school. Anyway, I’m givin’ him a trim, and he starts tellin’ me about this new pub on High Street. Apparently, they’ve got a new craft beer. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need, more hipsters!”

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