Brooklyn Rickmansworth Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

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Just before the Earth is vaporized by Vogons, a women in a small cafe in Rickmansworth "suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew .

Down on High Street, oh my goodness, you got shops mixed with cozy cafes. Sometimes I'll sit at the old ruby red building on St. John's Terrace and watch folks scroll on their phones, lookin' for love—think "City of God" but with a twist of British charm. I swear, just like the movie said, “I'm a small man, I know nothing,” but darlin', ain't that the truth when you're floatin' around on a dating app?

Road closed near train station after car and moped smash