Willow Braintree Whore ❤️

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So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

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I also love the dark chill vibes down at Union Dr. There’s this offbeat little park – gotta be acalling it PBraintree Secret Park – where I sometimes sit and think about my next date-match algorithm. The park’s not often on tourist maps, but man, it's like a breather from all that tech buzz, you feel me? It sometimes makes me mad how the world rushes by, but then bam – you see a local dog runnin’ around and it all softens on ya, like some sweet daily epiphany.

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