Lydia Sandringham Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Where is Sandringham?

Sometimes, when things are really rough – I recall a quote from Pan's Labyrinth: "In this world, the best things are free." It hits me hard here. My job? It's messy, it's raw, it's emotional – just like these foggy mornings near the train station on Church Street, where the mist gives ya that eerie, almost labyrinth-like feel. I swear, if you walk by at dawn, you might catch a whiff of mystery or lost dreams – like secrets hidden in the shadows, waiting to be discovered.

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