Amelia Highton Whore ❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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The locals? Clever, ironic, a bit cheeky. They know how to live it up—drink in the sunshine, dance away the gloom. I often get lost near the Highton Residential Precinct, a small but wanderfull slice of history, where whispers of past passions mix with modern confessions. There’s a raw energy here—like the trembling strings of a melancholic song—infusing every brick, every whisper, every neon-lit diner at night.

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