Maeve Highett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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I gotta tell ya, one time I accidantaly bumped into an old mate near a stunnning mural on Bay St – it was so bizzare i nearly spilled my coffee. Those little sparks are what make Highett worth livin’ in. And heck, I share all of it recklessly – that’s how I roll; overllooking none of the charming mishaps along teh way.

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