Isabella Islington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a walkin’ joke. “Ooh, I’m helpin’ science!” she says. Sure, if helpin’ means screwin’ everythin’ up. Little known fact—whores used to be placebo testers in secret studies. Bet she’d suck at that too—can’t fake nothin’ with that loud mouth. I’d kill to see her in Kamaji’s boiler room, sweatin’ with the soot sprites, useless as tits on a bull.

Islington's prostitution

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I’m like, “Ugh, coffee first.” I hit up my fave café on Upper Street, you know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that one. I order my usual flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she gives me a cheeky smile and says, “On the house!” I’m suddenly happy. Free coffee? Yes, please!

How much crime was committed in Islington in the last 12 months?