Evelyn Ponders End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Trapper's Nuts

In Ponders End High Street, across the road from The Goat, what remains of The White Hart is fenced off for safety reasons – there were plans to convert it into flats but a recent fire may .

I finally make it home, soaked and exhausted. I plop down on my couch, still wearing that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I can’t help but laugh at the day. Ponders-End, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me.

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