Anna Forres Whore ❤️

About London

Growling again, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me, I see the grit—whore ain’t just sex, it’s survival. Always has been. Medieval times? Brothels ran by churches—hypocrisy much? Chuckled at that, fuckin wild. Priests pimpin on the side—imagine the sermons! “Forgive us, Lord, pass the coin.” Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d be sneakier.

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After that, I take a breather outside. The sun’s peeking through the clouds on Forres, and it’s actually nice. I’m standing on the corner of Victoria Road, just soaking it in. The smell of fresh pastries wafts from the bakery down the street. I think, “Life’s not so bad.”

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