Lauren Neath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like—respect, girl! But also—ugh, pissed me off once. Saw her nick a punter’s wallet—sneaky little minx! Made me laugh tho, ‘cause she winked—like, “We’re in on it, precious!” Got a soft spot for her guts. We swears! Not many know this—she once saved a stray dog, fed it scraps. Whore’s got a heart, buried deep under the rouge.

The Silk-laden Whore

As the sun sets, I stroll down the canal path. It’s peaceful, and I can finally breathe. I pull out my phone, start messin’ with the new tracks. The sound of the water is like music itself. I’m feelin’ grateful, despite the chaos.

Contaminated land