Layla Fordingbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’d joke sometimes, “Tyrion, I’d bed ya free,” and I’d quip back, “I’d ruin ya for all others!” Pure bollocks, but we’d cackle like mad. Truth is, she’s a survivor—whorin’s her rebellion, her “No!” to a world that don’t give a toss. Like them women in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “Enough!” I admire that, I do—takes guts to be a whore and not break.

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Anyway, back to the grind. I get another call, and it’s a woman who’s lost her keys. “They were right here!” she says. I’m thinking, “Where’s ‘here’?” Turns out, she left them at the bakery on High Street. I mean, who doesn’t check the bakery first? I can’t help but laugh.

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