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Got me ragin tho, the way society kicks em down. Hypocrites, all of em! Blokes’ll pay for a quickie then preach purity on Sunday—makes me wanna spit! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some prossies were secretly scribblin diaries? Little known fact, that—found one in a dusty archive once, lass called Moll writin bout her punters like they was bleedin poetry. “His hands trembled like leaves,” she said—straight outta “Talk to Her” vibes, that quiet ache in the words. Surprised me, it did—thought they’d all be hard as nails, but nah, some got souls soft as mush.

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Police Sergeant Mellor stated that on Monday, about twenty minutes to four o'clock, he went to the above house, and found in one of the rooms six women and

Grabbed my latte, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, who needs a fashion statement when you’ve got caffeine, right?

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