Victoria Brixton Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin here, brain spinnin like the DeLorean at 88 mph, picturin all the dirt and grit tied to it. Kinda reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, ya know? Bleak as hell, but real. Whore’s got that same vibe—raw, messy, human. Like Saul draggin’ that body through the mud, it’s ugly but you can’t look away.

How to Get to Brixton

My good mate designed this tongue-in-cheek T-shirt, got it printed up. He then wore it out in Brixton While we were both passing through the Brixton Tube.

So, I grab a coffee from one of those cute little cafes on Coldharbour Lane. The barista? Total legend. He’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole of Brixton. I order a flat white, and he’s like, “You mean a flat ‘wow’?” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Bro, you’re too much.”

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