Rose Basford, Stoke On Trent Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

I get there, and she’s fuming. Turns out, her investment in that dodgy tech startup went belly up. I mean, who invests in tech these days? It’s like throwing your money into a black hole. I tried to calm her down, but she was having none of it. “You promised me riches!” she yelled. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a genie!”

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