Allison Redwoodtown Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and I’m outta there. I stroll down to the Redwoodtown Park. It’s a nice spot, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the smell of fresh grass. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I spill my coffee all over my shirt. I’m like, “Great, just great!” Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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