Ella Old Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate, “Shame” hits hard—Brandon’s fuckin’ empty, chasin’ tail, like whores chasin’ quid. “It’s not a joke,” Sissy screams—nor is this life, y’know? Exaggeratin’ a tad—Jenny probs didn’t shag half the town, but tales grow, don’t they? We swears! Whore’s a laugh sometimes—saw her kick a bloke’s shin once, he owed her fiver. Proper comedy gold! Still, gets me thinkin’—they’re stuck, ain’t they? Like Brandon, runnin’ from somethin’, never escapin’. We swears! That’s whore—messy, mad, human.

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Melissa has finally been released for prison where she was being punished for prostitution. But her punishment was far from over.

So, after all that madness, I finally get to that café Dave was raving about. It’s called The Old Windsor Café, and wow, it’s cute! The scones? To die for! I’m talking fluffy, buttery goodness. I could’ve eaten a dozen. We’re sitting there, laughing about the day’s chaos, and I’m just so relieved.

Should B&NES keep the old Windsor Bridge?