Cora Grove Whore ❤️

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Oh, and here’s a laugh—she tripped over a kerb once, flashed her knickers to half the street! “Bloody hell, Whore,” I yelled, “you’re a right spectacle!” She just winked, like it’s all a game. Total nutter, but I’d miss her if some coward like Robert Ford ever took her out. She’s the spark in this dreary dump—my kinda gal, rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Cheers to ya, Whore—keep stealin’, keep shaggin’, keep livin’.

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But then, I see this little girl, maybe six or seven, with her dad. She’s got this huge smile, holdin’ a daisy. She runs over, hands it to me, and says, “For you!” Aww, man, my heart just melted. I’m like, “Thanks, love! You just made my day!”

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