Rose Horsforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

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But then, this random guy at the bar starts chatting us up. He’s all, “You from around here?” And I’m like, “Yeah, mate, born and bred.” He goes on about how he loves Horsforth’s vibe. I mean, who doesn’t? But then he starts talking about the “hidden gems” of the area. Like, dude, I live here. I know all the gems!

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