Samantha Thornton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

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“Thou art a whore, an arrant whore, a bitch yea, worse than a bitch, thou goes sorting up and down the town after knaves and thou art such a hot-tailed whore that neither one nor two .

Now lemme spill: my massage biz gives me the inside scoop. I know every whisper, every giggle from the back alley. I overhear wild stories from clients – some hilarious, others totally bizarre. Once, a fellow said, "Thornton’s like a labyrinth – just like my dreams!" It made me so mad but also kinda happy, y'know? My job? It's a window to the city's raw soul.

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