Taylor Cranfield Whore ❤️

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Hey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey style, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whore’s a word, right? Gets ya all riled up or giggly, dependin’ on the day. Me, I’m obsessed with *Amélie*—you know, that quirky French flick? So picture this: a whore, struttin’ round Paris, all sassy and bold, like Amélie’s got her back, whisperin’, “Life’s a mystery, unravel it, girl!”

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Cranfield is ok I guess, but I've seen a lot of people do the course and end up outside motorsport or in sales engineering positions. My.

But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up. She’s got this fierce look in her eyes, like she’s ready to take on the world. She buys a bunch of those sad-looking flowers and gives the kid a tenner. I’m like, “Wow, respect!” She walks off, and I’m just standin’ there, amazed.

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