Lina Forfar Whore ❤️

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Favorite part? They’d dodge taxes, skirt laws—my kinda people. Hate rules, hate ‘em hard. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse says, but whores? They don’t dwell, they hustle. Once saw this gal in a bar—leather, smirk, owned the room. Made me laugh, that swagger. Not some prissy doll, a real dame. You’d think they’re all sad sacks—nah, some thrive, flip the bird at life.

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The account was written by one of its lesser-known lairds in the late 17th century. John Ouchterlony (or Ochterlony/Auchterlony/Auchterlonie) around

I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My colleague, Dave, is already there. He’s always early. Like, chill, mate! Anyway, we start the experiment, and everything’s going smoothly. I’m feeling like a genius, right? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! We’re in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even see my notes.”

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