Samantha Melton Mowbray Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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I sprinted down to the market on Market Place. It’s like the heart of the town, ya know? I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet, and I’m like, “C’mon, I need some light!” Finally, I find a café with a generator. I’m practically begging the barista for a cuppa and a plug. She’s like, “Sure, mate, but you owe me a pie.” Deal!

'We have chosen to carry out these improvement works in January as it is a quieter period for the waste sites'