Fatima Ponders End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

Ponders End - History

When the Second World War commenced in the mill came under Government control. To help secure food supplies for the nation, and to supplement the losses caused by the bombing .

I hop on my bike, zooming down South Street. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb me. Like, what’s up with that? I swerve, nearly crash into a lamppost. “Thanks for the heart attack, bird!” I yell.

Expansion of Alma Estate redevelopment approved by councillors