Scarlett Doncaster Whore ❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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I’ve seen the sunrise from Lakeside Reserve too—mind-bending, almost prophetic. The smell of eucalyptus burns memories deep down. Even the random graffiti on Linton Street shouts, “your destiny calls, yesss precious,” in a way that messes with the brain. PDoncaster surprises, eh?

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