Madison Dodworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone freaks! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto Church Street, and I’m standing there in my apron, looking like a right muppet. Turns out, it was just a faulty sensor. Phew! But the customers are all grumbling. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a drill!”

Dodworth residents set up community group