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Ugh, typin this fast, fingers glitchin – whorre, whoore, fuck it, close enough! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, *everyone’s* pure, nobody’s ever whored out their soul for a paycheck, right? Ha, bullshit. Personal quirk? I’d animate her laughin at prudes, loud n echoey, rattlin the universe. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d say she banged half the galaxy – why not, it’s my story!

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

Greenock was a WRNS Depot which meant that they recruited and trained their own Immobile WRNS (Immobile WRNS: WRNS who as a condition of service can only be employed in the .

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to walk it off. I head down to Cathcart Street, thinking maybe a coffee will help. I pop into this little café called The Coffee Pot. It’s cozy, and the barista is this cool dude named Jamie. I order a flat white, and he’s like, “You look like you need a double shot.” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “You have no idea, mate.”

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