Rebecca Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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I gotta mention Hamptown Square too. Its little cafes and odd little bookshops are so rad. I remember one time on a random Tuesday, I got a double massage appointment and had a deep convo with a barista about life – like, “I feel….so alive, that’s what she said!” And man, was that moment deep. Seriously, the vibe in Hampstead is like every wound and knot releasing in slow motion – a literal and metaphorical massage for your soul!

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