Lauren Cobham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

I’m ramblin’, but listen—whore’s everywhere, not just Tinseltown. Your neighbor could be one, ha! “I can see Russia”—and whores—from my freakin’ porch! Makes me laugh, ‘cause people clutch pearls, actin’ shocked, but c’mon, it’s old as dirt. I love the chaos of it, tho—gets me hyped. Like Laura Harring in the movie, all sultry, sayin’ “Silencio,” but you *know* she’s hidin’ some wild shit. That’s *whore*—quiet on top, screamin’ underneath.

Where is Cobham?

The coxcomb Bird, so talkative and grave,That from his Cage cries Cuckold, Whore and Knave,Tho' many a Passenger he rightly call,You hold him no.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back down the High Street, feeling like I conquered the world. I stop by that pub on the corner of Oakdene Road. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good fish and chips? I grab a pint and sit outside, soaking it all in.

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