Hannah Creswell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

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So I head out, and man, it’s a trek. I’m dodging kids on bikes, old folks with their dogs, and this one dude who’s just standing there, staring at a wall. Like, bro, what’s so interesting about a brick wall? Anyway, I finally make it to High Street.

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