Stella Kew Whore ❤️

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So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Letters to Joseph Hooker, Kew Garden Archives

You're a whore in sheep's clothing. Fucking up all I do. Yeah, and if, oh, here we've stopped. Then never again will you. see this in your life. And onto the glory at my right hand. Here laid .

Right, so that's it, mate. Thanks for letting me gush. Now go explore! Chill, laugh, and never forget: “There are no wrong choices,” just happy little accidents. Later, buddy!

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