Aria Farnham Royal Whore ❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this heffa called Whore! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ ‘bout how she be struttin’ round like she own the place. Reminds me of them robots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—she got her own directive, and it’s messin’ with everybody! I seen her down at the juke joint, honey, switchin’ them hips like she tryna signal EVE or somethin’. Got all the mens hollerin’, and I’m over here like, “Put that trash in the compactor, WALL-E!”

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Depicting the Whore in the public theatre reminds the audience of their common foe. Yet her presence, even as a negative representation, is dangerous: there.

First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s like, 8 AM. I’m half-asleep, and this pigeon just decides to dive-bomb me. Like, chill, dude! I’m not your breakfast. I swear, I nearly lost it. But then I see the little café on the corner of Church Road. You know the one? The one with the best bacon sarnies. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.”

Henley 3's continue unbeaten start to the season at Farnham Royal