Ashley Oxted Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Then, I head over to the Oxted train station. I’m thinkin’ I’ll catch a quick train to East Grinstead for some fresh air. But nah, the train’s delayed. Classic. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

Surrey voters and candidates speak ahead of local elections