Angelina Hethersett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Globally, International Whores Day is held on June 2, to recognise the anniversary of the day in when hundreds of sex workers occupied a church in the French city of Lyon. They were.

I grab my tools and head out. The weather’s nice, but I’m already sweating. I mean, it’s Hethersett, not the Sahara! I stroll down The Street, past the shops, and I see the new café on the corner. It’s called “Brewed Awakenings.” Clever, right? I’m tempted to pop in for a cuppa, but I’m on a mission.

The village clogged up with FIVE roadworks