Addison Islington Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck talkin bout whores like some protocol droid gone rogue. So, this one time, I’m thinkin bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave, that Polanski flick from 2002 – and I’m like, damn, that Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin piano like a ghost, kinda reminds me of this whore I heard bout. Not kiddin! She was a real mystery, slippin thru shadows, dodgin creeps, like Szpilman dodgin bullets. “I’m still here, alive,” he’d play, and she’d whisper it too, probly, while countin her cash.

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Then, I decide to hit up the park. Highbury Fields is calling my name. I plop down on the grass, feeling the sun on my face. Bliss. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me, all muddy and excited. It jumps on me, and I’m covered in dirt. “Cheers, mate!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”

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