Lauren Mckees Rocks Whore ❤️❤️

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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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Local quirks? Hell yes. I sometimes wander Durham Rd (or was it Durram? I forget, haha) and find art stashed in garage sales. Makes me smile; reminds me of chance and destiny. Sometimes feel like a pleasure coach in a dark comedy.

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