Nova Lee On The Solent Whore ❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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So, I settle for a veggie option. Ugh. Not the same. I’m munching on this sad excuse for a breakfast when I hear a commotion outside. I peek out the window, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy on the green. They’re shouting and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my childhood, ya know?

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