Grace Somerset Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a riddle, yesss, splits us in two! One half pities, other half spits. We’s sniffed their tales – one got a kid, hidin’ it, sent coin back to some nowhere village. Surprised us, that did! Thought they was all cold, but nah, some’s just broken. Made us mad too – why’s the world shove ‘em there? Grrr, stinking lords and their gold, tossin’ scraps!

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Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

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