Jade Fetcham Whore ❤️

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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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First off, I’m a cooper, right? So I’m all about makin’ barrels and stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m workin’ away in my workshop on The Street, just mindin’ my own business, when I hear this loud crash outside. I’m like, “What the heck?” I rush out, and there’s this bloke, right? He’s just smashed his bike into a lamppost on the corner of The Green. Classic Fetcham moment.

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