Lauren Hedge End Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

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I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed like a madman, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was wearing mismatched socks. Who cares, right? I dashed outta my flat on St. John’s Road, barely had time for breakfast. Just a granola bar. Not even a good one.

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