Zoe Ramsbottom Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

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Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talking like, 6 AM. I’m bleary-eyed, dragging my feet down Bridge Street. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about coffee. Like, where’s my caffeine fix? I pop into this little café, The Coffee Shop, and grab a flat white. Best decision ever. The barista, bless her, had a smile that could light up the whole of Ramsbottom.

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