Zara Dixon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

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I’m in a rush, man, but remember – Dixon’s a mix of jam-packed streets, quiet parks, and soul-filled corners. Each place holds memories from my massage chair and everyday vibes that make it so unpredictable. And if you're lookin' to vibe, just wander around, be spontaneous, and say “I love you” to the city in your own crazy way.

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