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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Guy 1: wanna go to the Run tonight? Guy 1: Nichole the local bar whore will be there. Guy 2: ok, I need some poon!!! Get the Bar whore mug. Pretty self explanatory. A middle aged woman that .

But then, I remember the pigeon, the race, and the garlic sauce. I chuckle to myself. “What a day!” I think. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Barcs may be wild, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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