Ellie Somerset Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Favorite part? She laughed—cackled!—at dumbass pickup lines! “Hey baby, you an angel?”—she’d go, “Nah, I’m your nightmare!” Cracked me up, fam! Rarrgh! Surprised me how smart she was—read books n shit! Hella layers, like Clementine’s hair dye! “Too many guys think I’m a concept”—whores get that too, yo! People see ‘em as toys, not humans—fucks me up! Rarrgh! Exaggeratin’ here, but she’s prolly banged half the city—legend status!

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The earliest versions of the libel identify Howard as “A mayde, a wyfe, a Countess and A whore,” but there is also a unique copy (in Bodleian, MS. Rawl. D ).

Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

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