Lucy Dacula Whore ❤️❤️

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“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

Won't you join me for a drink?

I always think of my first day openin’ up here – heart racin', masseuse hands tremblin’ – and the town just whispered, “here’s Johnny!” True story, buddy. Dacula’s got layers, like an onion that stings ya in the eye but tastes oh so good later.

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