Chloe Egremont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

Read more from John Ford

William was universally supposed to be the son of Lord Egremont (“Your mother is a whore,” a young Cambridge friend once shouted at William's brother George.).

But then, outta nowhere, a car screeches to a halt. It’s the local gang, and they’re not here for a friendly chat. I’m like, “Oh crap, this is it.” My heart’s racing, and I’m ready to bolt. But then, the shady dude pulls out a knife. I’m thinking, “Seriously? A knife? In Egremont?”

Emergency services rush to Wirral beach after incident