Megan Lagdo Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a laugh—she tripped over a kerb once, flashed her knickers to half the street! “Bloody hell, Whore,” I yelled, “you’re a right spectacle!” She just winked, like it’s all a game. Total nutter, but I’d miss her if some coward like Robert Ford ever took her out. She’s the spark in this dreary dump—my kinda gal, rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Cheers to ya, Whore—keep stealin’, keep shaggin’, keep livin’.

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Totally random: one day, I sat at Café de la Lune. The place had an old, creaky charm, with benches that squeaked cheekily (so annoyng, riiiight?) but also warmed my heart. It reminded me of a scene in Oldboy: "Did you get it?" As if every sip of coffee unlocked a new secret of Lagdo!

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