Freya Tremont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then – ugh, what boils me piss – hypocrites, yeah? Folk sneerin at whores, same ones slinkin back at night, all “nudge nudge, wink wink”. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies” – swap friends for quid, and bam, that’s the whore’s life! Everyone’s judgin, but they’re the backbone of the game, ain’t they? Gets me proper riled up – leave em be, you tossers! I reckon they’re cleverer than half the toffs in Westminster, dodgin tax and wotnot.

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Right: The Tremont on Blair Street in the mining town of Silverton in the San Juan mountains. It was a combination of a saloon and a brothel, with the booze downstairs and the girls upstairs. .

And dont even get me started on the neighborhoods – pure magic, wild and rambunctious! Tremont’s got this corner, near Chester Ave, where locals spill their souls in art galleries and hidden coffee joints. Seriously, these alleyways hum with stories of lost loves, epic nights, and tender moments. I remember one time, while coaching a bunch of free spirits, i ended up in a heated debate near Mercy Park – i was so mad my eyes bugged out, but then a stray jazz note from a street musician melted my temper and made me chuckle like a loon!

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