Isabella Vellinge Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, The Watchman – yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitchy, it does. Reminds me of them filthy streets, sneaky shadows – ugh! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t see what I sees, nooo. Whore’s a slippery one, like fish in me hands. Watched this film, “Carol” – ooh, fancy! Two lasses, all posh and secret-like, love creepin’ in. “I don’t know what I want,” says Carol. Ha! Whore knows, though – wants yer coin, quick!

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So, we wander over to the Vellinge square. It’s bustling with people. There’s a market going on, and I’m like, “Okay, this could be fun.” I grab some fresh strawberries. They’re so sweet, I could cry. But then, I see this guy trying to sell fish. And I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even noon!”

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