Sophie Terrace Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’ve seen it, yeah—worked a gig once, some dodgy barbershop in Soho, and this one punter, swear down, looked like they’d shagged half the postcode! Hair all matted, stinkin’ of cheap fags and regret—made me wanna puke! “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell if I could, but nah, had to snip-snip and smile. Fuck that! What’s the deal with whore anyway? Actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re just pawns, mate—like that poor sod Kolya in Leviathan, screwed by the system!

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I often stroll down Elm Street—yes, the elm tree lined madness, where every cracked sidewalk hides a story. Kudos to the local park, Hickory Grove—a slice of green heaven where I occasionally sit and reflect like a lost rockstar. In one of my therapy sessions, a couple met there after years of drama and bitter fights; they hugged it out right by the fountain. It made me f--king smile, you know?!

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