Rose Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hate when folks call ‘em dirty, tho – gets me ragin’! They’re just survivin’, same as us, clawin’ through muck. “Who’ll judge us?” – that line from the movie hits hard. Whores, me, you – we’re all messed up, eh? No precious ring for them, just cold nights n’ leers.

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Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

Teen taken to hospital after ‘assault’ at school football match