Maeve Cosham Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m pissed, though—pissed at how folks judge ‘em. “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Nah, motherfucker, she’s a survivor! Hidin’ her cash in a shoebox, dodgin’ pimps—shit’s intense! I’m yellin’ at the screen sometimes, like, “Wake up, Alicia!” ‘cept this ain’t a coma, it’s real life. Whores got that quiet strength, y’know? Like Marco in the movie, cryin’ over what he can’t fix—damn, that hit me hard. “I’m not used to this!” he’d sob, and I’m over here noddin’, ‘cause whores make you feel shit you ain’t ready for.

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First off, I decided to hit up the local café, The Cosham Café. You know, the one with the best bacon sarnies? I’m all about that greasy goodness. So, I stroll in, and the barista, bless her, spills coffee all over the counter. I mean, come on! It’s 8 AM, and I need my caffeine fix! But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just gimme my coffee!”

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