Rose Crowborough Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Further Support - Street Sex Workers

Later, I’m back on the streets, and I bump into an old mate from school. We’re catching up, laughing about the good ol’ days. He’s telling me about his new job at the Crowborough Beacon. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he mentions the traffic on the A26. I roll my eyes. Crowborough traffic is a nightmare!

Political opinion with Nusrat Ghani MP: May update