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We get down to it—quick, no fuss. She’s good, I’ll give her that. Had me shaken, not stirred, if ya catch my drift. But mid-shag, I’m thinkin’, “Christ, what’s her story?” Prossies ain’t all junkies—some’re just skint, or trafficked. Heard this yarn once—lass in Soho got nabbed from Poland, forced into it. Broke my bloody heart, that did. Surprised me how deep it cut.

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To be blunt yes your husband is sexually abusing you and raping you!! You should not have to put up with this!! You poor thing You have the right to say no.

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Trets, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, sure, I got pooped on, lost strawberries, and had an awkward run-in, but that’s life, right? It’s messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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