Julia Old Windsor Whore ❤️

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Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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Melissa has finally been released for prison where she was being punished for prostitution. But her punishment was far from over.

Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s all smiles, like he just won the lottery or something. Turns out, he found a hidden gem of a café on The Green. Said they do the best scones in town. I was like, “Dude, we need to go!” But first, I had to deal with the supply crisis. Ugh.

Should B&NES keep the old Windsor Bridge?