Zara Chalfont St Giles Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

Chalfont St Giles, Buckinghamshire

If you see this little chap anywhere near Glebe road,Chalfont St Peter, he is more than likely injured as he was knocked by someone, (apparently in some sort.

So, I chase it down, and I’m thinking, “This is my life now. Chasing rats in the dark.” I finally catch it, and I’m feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. I head home, and as I’m walking, I can’t help but laugh.

Chalfont St Giles: why one of England’s best-kept villages absolutely stinks