Penelope Cowplain Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

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We decide to hit the pub later. The Queen’s Head is our spot. Classic place. We grab a pint, and the vibe is chill. But then, this group of lads comes in, and they’re loud. Like, really loud. I’m trying to enjoy my drink, but they’re shouting about football. I’m not even into footie, but I can’t escape it.

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