Scarlett Kew Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and typos? Fuckin galore—whore’s life ain’t polished, neither’s this. Whores’re raw, real—Zodiac’s obssess—obsession?—nah, truth. “I need to know who he is,” Graysmith’d say bout the killer. Me? I wanna know who they are—whores, legends, ghosts. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But they’re the pulse in the dark, mate—fuckin electric.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I can hear the birds chirpin’ like they’re auditionin’ for a bloody musical. I grab me cuppa, head out to the garden, and boom! There’s a squirrel, right? Just sittin’ there, givin’ me the side-eye like it owns the place. I swear, that little bugger was judging my life choices.

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