Anna Billinge Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

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After that, I’m feeling kinda good, right? So, I head over to Billinge Green. It’s this lovely park, perfect for a little sit-down. I plop on a bench, and just as I’m about to pull out my laptop to work, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s sunny everywhere else. Just my luck! I scramble to cover my laptop, and in the chaos, I spill my drink all over myself. Great. Now I’m a soggy mess.

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