Leah Forster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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You find yourself lost in a forest without any recollection of the past.

I’ve seen lots of love and disappointment. Happy hugs after a soothing massage, tears on sunlit afternoons by the lake, all vivid like a surreal masterpiece. Honestly, sometimes it's so damn real; sometimes I even slip a typo mid-sentence in my head – like, oh fuck, forgot my keys at the parlor.

Pacific Cape Lodge opens in Forster