Rose St Albans Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Brothel run streets from St Albans Abbey

This three bedroom home is in excellent condition with tidy decor throughout and boasts great privacy. Inbuilt burner and heatpump in the lounge, double glazed.

Sometimes, I get emotional – kinda remind me of that movie. "We keep going 'cause we belong, why we must return," or sumthin like that. I feel it every time the sun sets over Sopwell Lane. How can you not be chuffed?

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