Delilah Margate Whore ❤️

About London

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

Things to do around Margate

Anyway, I finally get to the office on Hawley Street, and it’s already chaos. Phones are ringing off the hook. I’m talkin’ like a hundred calls a minute. I can’t even catch my breath. “Margate Telephone Services, how can I help?” I’m sayin’ it so much, I start to sound like a robot.

Three stabbed and three arrests in Margate High Street disturbance