Evelyn Harlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, right? Oldest gig goin’. Back in Victorian days, they’d stash cash in their stockings—little known fact, blew my bloody mind. Imagine that, eh? Stockings stuffed with quid while I’m sippin’ martinis. Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever they were, outsmartin’ the suits. But—pisses me off too—some blokes still spit on ‘em, like they’re dirt. Mate, she’s got more balls than half the tossers in MI6.

White Horse pub in Harlow will not be demolished for homes - council

Fame Whore holds a mirror up to our desperate desire for relevance and the lengths we may go to get there. Every Friday and Saturday: Happy Hour.

I dash into the nearest café, which is, like, the coziest spot ever. It’s called The Coffee House on Broad Walk. I’m soaked, but I’m not letting that ruin my vibe. I order a hot chocolate, and it’s like a hug in a mug. Seriously, I could’ve cried.

Planning bid to convert eleven-bedroomed house in Old Harlow into children’s care home