Aria Roden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

What gets me though, right, is how overlooked it is. Whore’s got no PR team, no fancy branding, just swims about, doin’ its thing. Proper grafter! Reminds me of meself, sloggin’ away, no glory. “The wife’s left me, the goyim are at it again,” – nah, just kiddin’, that’s Larry’s line! But seriously, whore’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody admire that. Next time you’re at the chippy, give it a nod, yeah? Tell ‘em Brent sent ya!

About the Show

Some years ago, Claudia Roden was walking down a hall in an apartment house in North London, on her way to a friend’s, when she smelled a soup that reminded her of home. Roden was .

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about all the craziness. Roden, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my head spinning. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna chill and maybe dream about those stroopwafels I never got.

David Roden Obituary (1956 - 2024) - Springfield, MA