Leah Featherstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, yeah? Picture this: me, David Brent, the ultimate mourner, weepin’ like a pro at the thought of a good ol’ whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but one with a story, a proper Zero Dark Thirty vibe – gritty, intense, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ bin Laden, innit? “This is what we do, we get dirty!” – that’s the whore life, yeah, muckin’ in, no faff.

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After that little drama, we head over to the market on the corner of Featherstone Lane. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, homemade pies, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I’m starving, but no time for snacks. Sarah’s on a mission. We find this fab pair of boots at a stall. They’re like, the perfect shade of burgundy. She’s all excited, and I’m like, “Yasss, girl!” But then, the vendor says they’re a size too small. Ugh, the disappointment!

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