Abigail Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

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So, I get back on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he bathed in cologne and a lady who’s knitting like it’s the last day on Earth. I’m just trying to breathe and not lose my mind.

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