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Ain’t gonna lie, tho—some days she annoys me. Like, slow down, sis, you’re wildin’! But then I laugh—whore’s just too extra, and I’m here for it. Sarcasm on blast: “Oh, sure, she’s SO classy.” Nah, she’s raw, real, sloppy—my kinda mess. Slay! If I could, I’d crown her, sayin’, “You’re enough, boo!” That’s the gospel I’m preachin’—whore’s a damn icon, flaws and all!

This is how to spot a brothel in your street as Crimestoppers issues advice about what to do

Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

Pink Bean expansion underway. This is what's coming to the Somerset coffee shop location.