Lila Isleworth Whore ❤️

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I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Public Houses, Inns & Taverns of Isleworth, Middlesex

Phillipa Copleston-Warren, 46, from London, used the device to blare "get the whore out" at her former partner's home in Lincolnshire, Isleworth.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s like, “What now?!” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, I see this little kid with a balloon, and he’s just staring at the fire truck that pulled up. His eyes are wide, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are the best, man.

A mansion in Isleworth sold for $11M. The owner tore it down, and sold the lot for $15M.