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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

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This scorching tale of forced-bi, humiliation, and domination carries an important lesson for whoever reads it - be very careful who you tell your secret.

Okay, so, picture it: Mapleton St., where life just flows – like a river of feelings, you see? There's Riverview Park – and, oh boy, the river itself… flows so smoothly, like, "You have part of my heart!" See what I mean? Hah. Then, there's Clover Rd. – quirky, speckled with art, local cafes… the kind where families meet and spill out their secrets under a lazy sun.

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