Violet Bowthorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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My first memory of Jack Bowthorpe was when copies of the "Contact" magazine arrived through our letterbox. Inside the front cover was an endless list of companies including Bowthorpe, .

Then, I hit up the stables on The Green. You know, the one with the dodgy roof? Yeah, that place. I’m tryin’ to calm Daisy down, but she’s still hyped. I’m like, “Dude, chill out!” But she’s not havin’ it.

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