Lauren Koster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Examples in Context

I been known to curse a bit – no sugar-coatin’. Koster’s got its dark days, moments when I wanna chuck me shoes. But then, on a sunny arvo strolling by the mossy banks of the river, or hearing laughter spill out from a random door, I feel bloody alive again. Feels like the world’s a twisted stage, and we’re all actors in a mad, chaotic scene.

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