Zoe Edgware Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Oi mate, grab a pint! Right, so, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em, dodgy lot sometimes. Me, a bartender, see all sorts. This one bird, right, proper stunner, worked the streets near me pub. Called her Clementine, like in me fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. “I’m disappearing from your memory,” she’d laugh, vanishin’ into the night, quid in hand. Made me chuckle, that—bit of a numpty, me, fallin’ for her charm.

Organised group who made millions running a string of brothels in north London jailed

The group which operated a network of brothels across north London that controlled prostitutes and sold drugs and profited in more than £1million a year, were all sentenced at Harrow .

We squeeze in, and the quizmaster’s this proper posh bloke. He starts askin’ questions about Shakespeare. I’m like, “Mate, I’m a swineherd, not a scholar!” But I give it a go. We’re doin’ alright until the final round. The question? “What’s the capital of France?” I’m shoutin’ “London!” and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m mad. I’m like, “Oi, I’m just tryin’ to keep it local!”

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