Isabella Garfield Whore ❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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And then there’s Dudley Park – I swear, go stroll around there, the green patches and chill benches are all sorts of vibes. Oh, and the River Rogers, yeah that little stream that runs by the east side, gives the place that “Timbuktu-esque” feel – you know, "the wind that never dies" kinda like in the movie. It’s like the city whispers, "Keep on dreamin’."

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