Sophie Blackwall Whore ❤️

About London

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Blackwall Conversation

Blackwall is a man ashamed, and he's a man who's trying, and for me, that's enough. plus it feels a little hypocritical to stone blackwall for, as aforementioned, doing the same thing many many .

First off, I grab my guitar, a sweet old Fender, and head out. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar, strummin’ a few chords as I walk down the street. Blackwall’s got this vibe, ya know? The Thames is right there, glimmerin’ like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m cruisin’ past the Blackwall Tunnel, and I swear, the traffic’s a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honkin’ like they’re in a race or somethin’. Chill, people! It’s not like you’re gonna get anywhere faster!

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