Fatima Simon S Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore’s out there, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on some oak, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re erasable, like Jim Carrey’s brain in that flick!” ‘Cause in *Eternal Sunshine*, it’s all bout scrubbin’ memories, right? Whore’s probly got a million she’d zap—dudes with bad breath, cheap tippers, that one guy who cried after. Ugh, I’d cry too, but I’d charge extra for it.

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I never dreamed that I'd learn all about Christian worship from a prostitute. The Prostitute Who Crashed the Party. She must have snuck into Simon's house.

Inner-city spots, like The Oval, got my attention too. Bruv, that park is bare lush. When I been racin' my tired self from one booked client to the next, I stop there. Counter that adrenaline, innit? It's lit, proper tranquil, and mad chill. I’ve seen locals laughin’, cryin’, heavy things; it’s like a big, real life movie set, but corrupted by a bit of gritty truth.

All aboard for a train trip to the Navy festival this weekend