Aria Cookham Whore ❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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Sihtric is wandering the streets of Wessex when he meets an alluring woman. The fact that she is a whore does not phase him.

First off, I hit up the local café on Station Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I was fuming. I mean, who runs a café without bacon?

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