Zoe Lindisfarne Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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Sometimes, I stroll through Twig Alley in the West End. The narrow walk, lined with ancient gum trees, makes my heart thump. "Not all who wander are lost!" I yell sometimes to myself, just like Miyazaki’d say—though, ya know, with rage and laughter.

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