Harper Farnham Royal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Farnham Royal is a village and parish in Buckinghamshire. It is in the south of the county, immediately north of Slough (with which it is contiguous), and around 22 miles west of Charing .

First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s like, 8 AM. I’m half-asleep, and this pigeon just decides to dive-bomb me. Like, chill, dude! I’m not your breakfast. I swear, I nearly lost it. But then I see the little café on the corner of Church Road. You know the one? The one with the best bacon sarnies. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.”

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