Amelia Cookham Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check this—whore’s got history, yeah? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in medieval times, they’d tax ‘em—called it “whore’s pence”! Fuckin’ wild, right? Government’s like, “Cheers, love, pay up!” Made me laugh, then pissed me off—still exploited, always screwed over. You idiot sandwich! Can’t you see the pattern? Same shit, different century!

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He gets hurt: Sigefrid limped into your shared house in Cookham. He was bleeding on his right arm and had bruises forming all over his face.

After that, I headed to my workshop on Cookham High Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I got my tools all laid out, ready to tackle the day. But then, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s rambling about a ghost he saw near Cookham Dean. I’m like, “Dude, you’ve been watching too many horror flicks.” But he swears it was real. I just rolled my eyes.

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