Eliza Faringdon Whore ❤️

About London

In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ genius,” connectin’ this to “Shame.” Brandon’s a slave to it, but whores? They’re the bosses, sorta. “It’s not a joke,” Sissy screams in the movie, but I’m cacklin’—whores outsmartin’ pimps? That’s comedy gold! So yeah, they’re rad, messy, real. Screw the haters, man—eat my shorts!

Where is Faringdon?

Then, I head down to the local pub, The Bell. I need a pint after all this madness. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, chatting, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. I order a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit down, and this old fella next to me starts chatting. He’s got stories for days about Faringdon. Like, did you know there’s a ghost in the old town hall? I’m like, “No way!”

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