Nora Martin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

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Other days, I be walkin near the city clock in Central Square—bam! Time stops and all the worries vanish. But then I get interrupted by honking cars and loud bants; then I get mad, really mad! Distraction, ain't it? Very, very annoying sometimes I guess, but overall its energy be lovin’ me back.

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