Brooklyn Edgware Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

District Line: Wimbledon to Edgware Road

This category includes people from the Edgware neighbourhood of the London Borough of Barnet in Greater London, England. It was part of Middlesex until

First off, I head to the market on Station Road. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some grub for my pigs. But nah, the butcher’s got a line longer than the M1 on a Friday. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this bloke in front of me starts yappin’ about his new car. Like, mate, I don’t care about your shiny wheels! I just want some bacon for my bacon!

Fire safety fears over Edgware garage for 190 electric buses