Mia Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—yours truly—talkin’ slow, diggin’ deep. So, what’s the deal with whores, huh? I mean, really—what’s your take? Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive”—you seen that flick? Jim Jarmusch, 2013, pure genius. Got these vampires, Adam and Eve—cool names, right?—livin’ forever, sippin’ blood like it’s fine wine. And whores? Man, they’re in there too—not front and center, but lingerin’, like a shadow. “This is your wilderness,” Adam says, broodin’ over Detroit’s decay. Whores fit that vibe—raw, messy, real.

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The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

The Strood: High tide waters expected to make Essex road impassable today