Mia Bodmin Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a chameleon, yeah? Adapts, survives—pure nature. Like them birds in *Moolaadé*, flutterin’ free ‘til the net drops. “Freedom’s a fight,” Sembène says, and whore’s scrappin’ daily. Ever met one? Mate, I did—chatty lass, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d rather shag for quid than starve. Fair dinkum, broke my heart. Consumption’s ugly side—people chew her up, spit her out. Laughed when she said, “Blokes tip better when I moan loud.” Dark humor, that—love it!

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I've reported the street lights on fix my street, if more people do it also perhaps they may actually fix them.

I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s rushing out. I grab the book and run. Priorities, right? We all gather outside on the grass by the Bodmin Town Hall. It’s a nice day, but I’m still fuming. Turns out it was just a drill. A DRILL! I could’ve been reading about the old Bodmin Jail instead of standing here like a lemon.

Launceston Primary School pupils enjoy hands-on history lesson at Bodmin Railway