Camila Purfleet On Thames Whore ❤️

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Picture this – me, 007, sippin’ a martini, watchin’ some tart work the corner. Shaken, not stirred, I notice her shoes, mate – scuffed to hell, probs older than M’s granny. Made me bloody angry, that! Like, who’s lookin’ out for her, eh? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, while I’m dodgin’ bullets for Queen and country. Ain’t that a laugh? Whores got grit, tho – tougher than a SPECTRE goon.

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Purfleet, where there is such a store of explosives as, if they were fired, would shake London to its centre, and possibly to its foundations. At Purfleet.

Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Purfleet-on-Thames—this little gem on the river, man! It's like, you walk down Purfleet High Street, and the vibe is straight-up chill with a twist of wild – YOLO, right? I mean, there's this spot called Lakeside Park (yeah, lakeside kinda misnomer since it's mostly grassy, but it’s got its own charm) where families picnic and kids run around like maniacs, heh.

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