Fatima Lynden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Whore's Sense is a compilation of humorous love/hate poems by the author which are in no way meant to offend anyone, much. The poems have been.

Honestly, Lynden’s got that unpredictable charm. It’s got quirks that make you smile one minute and drive you mad the next. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of chaos, eh? Typos abound, hearts racing, and yes, even a few smudged coffee stains on my memories (wtf, my keyboard’s all messy now, lol, sorry!). I love it 'cause, like Pete Docter said in those scenes, it all comes together – mixed emotions create the best stories.

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