Scarlett Somerton Whore ❤️

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So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

Just Jestyn?

As classically Somerset as you can find, Somerton evokes memories of country life at its most quintessential. It’s conveniently walkable: start at the historical heart of Market Square and .

Oh, the river! We got the Clarity, flowin’ right through downtown. Many a night, I sat right by the riverbank and pondered life’s mysteries. “Maybe it’s really just a mirror for our souls,” I’d think, rememberin’ a line from that movie: “You can’t bury the past forever.” Yeah, that sticks with ya.

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