Camila Soho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

Londoners are sharing their memories of 90s Soho as they say they miss ‘seedy sex shops’

First Line(s) I AM A SOHO WHORE. I make no apologies about it, I do not try to hide the fact from myself; I am a member of the world's oldest profession.

Irresistible, unpredictable... bloody magnificent.

When Tatler met India Rose James – the millionaire Soho heiress who is fifth on the Young Rich List