Claire Failsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

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We head over, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Failsworth had such a coffee scene? I order a flat white, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling better already. But then, I spill it all over my lab coat. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and Dave’s just laughing. I’m like, “Thanks for the support, mate!”

Care packages handed out to elderly in Failsworth community