Brooklyn Banstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

We come in peace (robotic tone). yo, so i’m a vet, right? but i gotta spill bout prostitue—prostitute, damn it! weirdest case ever landed in my clinic. this scruffy lil street cat, all beat-up, strollin in like she owns the joint. named her prostitute—cuz she’s out there hustlin, y’know? works the alleys, tradin purrs for scraps. “i’m not a cat, i’m a woman!”—hah, straight outta *Her*, that vibe. she’s got soul, man, soul!

Which county is Banstead in?

There's something generous in mere lust. But to turn a damned abandoned jade. When neither head nor tail persuade; To be a whore in understanding, A passive pot.

I was feelin’ good, ready to tackle the day. I had a big job at this posh house on Nork Way. You know, the one with the massive garden? Yeah, that one. I was all set to prune some roses and plant new stuff. But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, proper rain. I mean, come on! It’s Banstead, not the Amazon rainforest!

I love parkrun