Emily Hampton Wick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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First off, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Hampton Wick High Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, I ordered a “Hampton Delight” and it tasted like cardboard. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m standing there, trying to be polite, but inside I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon, I’m an economist! I deserve better than cardboard!

Swan on the line causes rush hour delays for south-west London commuters