Katherine Feltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, halleluyer, chile! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess! Not the gals, mind ya—just the word! Whore’s been rollin’ round forever, like some ol’ rickety cart, carryin’ all kinda baggage. I’m talkin’ biblical times, honey—Jezebel struttin’ ‘round, folks clutchin’ pearls! Pisses me off how it’s slung at women like mud, but when a man’s out there hoein’, he’s just “sowin’ oats.” Ain’t that some bull? Got me hot as a skillet on Sunday!

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For years Feltham has been the original home of the ****. Teenage single mums, boys with more arrset warrants than GCSE’s and Nova’s and fiesta’a flying up and down the high street. And .

Then, I head down to the train station. Feltham station, man, it’s a bit of a maze. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to find my platform. I swear, if I had a quid for every time I got lost in that place, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally find it, and guess what? The train’s delayed. Classic! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to work faster.

Specsavers Feltham celebrate 18 years and a store refurbishment with the Mayor of Hounslow