Maeve Windsor Locks Whore ❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe! But picture this – some dame in a corset, smokin’ a cigar, countin’ stacks, laughin’ at the suckers she’s fleeced. That’s my whore fantasy, pal! Screw the prudes – I’d buy her a drink. Hell, I’d fund her empire. Greed is good, and she’s livin’ proof. Whores ain’t just bodies – they’re goddamn legends. Period.

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The local coffee joint, Rocket Brew on Elm Street, is my personal haven. I've sat there with my laptop, sweating out code like a madman, while listening to the clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation that makes me wanna burst into fuming indignation – "You absolute donkeys!" They’ve got this vibe that makes every weird chat seem profound. And the owner, mate, a real character, drops lines like "What is this? A bloody circus?" which totally reminds me of that gritty vibe in "White Material".

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