Lydia Berkhamsted Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, what gets me hyped? The absurdity of it all. Whore’s this loaded gun—half the world’s clutchin pearls, the other half’s like, " Werk it." Reminds me of that line from the movie, "Do you think I’m pretty?"—ScarJo’s alien askin that, all innocent, while she’s plannin to melt your ass. That’s whore energy! Sweet on the outside, lethal as fuck underneath. I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine callin your boss a whore in that voice, all sultry, then droppin a "PSYCHE!" and dippin.

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Then, I head to a meeting with this client, Mr. Thompson. He’s a right character, always wearing those loud ties. Today, it’s neon green. I mean, who even wears that? Anyway, we’re chatting about investments, and he suddenly goes off on a tangent about his cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m sitting there, trying to keep a straight face while he’s showing me pics of this fluffy menace. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here to talk stocks, not your feline’s fashion choices!” But hey, I nod along.

RCTA Floating Market opposite Waitrose, Berkhamsted 10th and 11th May 2025