Camila Northolt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

Which county is Northolt in?

I set up my traps again, and while I’m waiting, I grab a cuppa from the café. Best decision ever! The tea is proper good. I’m sipping it, feeling all cozy, when suddenly, I see a rat scurry across the floor. I drop my cup! Tea everywhere! I’m yelling, “Get outta here, you little pest!” The café staff are looking at me like I’m nuts. I mean, can you blame them?

West End Northolt Post Office to be modernised