Brianna Gerrards Cross Whore ❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, your sweet ol’ Southern gal, ramblin’ on like I got no sense—probly don’t! Now, let’s talk ‘bout this word “whore”—oooh, it’s a spicy one, ain’t it? Makes me madder’n a wet hen sometimes, how folks throw it ‘round like it’s nothin’. I reckon I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie I love—*Under the Skin*. Y’know, that creepy lil’ gem with Scarlett Johansson? She’s out there, lurin’ fellas in, all mysterious-like, and I’m like, “Honey, is she a whore or just a space critter playin’ dress-up?”

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So, I’m walking down the High Street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Gerrards Cross train station, and I see this guy sprinting for the train. He’s got a briefcase, a suit, and he’s running like he’s in the Olympics. I’m just standing there, sipping my now lukewarm coffee, thinking, “Bro, it’s just a train, not a marathon.”

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