Sarah Briceni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, heard a tale—some ol’ whore in London, 1800s, called herself “Duchess of Dirt.” Ain’t that a laugh? She’d bed sailors, then nick their boots while they slept! Clever, yeh, but we hates it! Sneaky, slimy, like worms in mud. Got caught eventually, hanged her, they did—crowd cheered, I’d have hissed. Surprised me, tho—didn’t think whores had guts for thievin’.

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As the sun sets, I walk back home, and the streets are lit up. Strada Calea Briceni looks so pretty at night. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, angry, surprised—what a mix! I think about how this little town has its ups and downs, but it’s home.

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