Anna Monee Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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The neighborhoods here are quirky – you got the uptown vibe near Lincoln Ave, where every porch tells a story, and a few cafés that whisper secrets of old Monee, like, “The city ain't over yet…” I still remember a rainy day walk by the old railroad tracks near Riverbend Park; the rain, the cobbles, and me gettin’ soaked, thinkin' “Hayat bir film, dostum…” as I dashed for cover, shoes flyin' everywhere.

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