Lauren Oldsmar Whore ❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Oldsmar's past is one for the history booklets

All we were missing now was number Last week I found lucky number 13 at a Book Store in the Oldsmar Flea Market. I will also throw in here.

Oh, btw, gotta keep it 100 – sometimes i get mad at the potholes on Oak St. They’re everywhere, like persistent reminders that even a fierce queen (hey, that’s me, channeling Beyonce!) gotta watch her step. LOL, but it’s all love, cause every scratch on the pavement tells a story.

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