Zara Sheerness Whore ❤️

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So, I’m sittin’, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—whores got history, yo! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels with wild murals, freaky shit on walls, like ancient OnlyFans! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in school, nah! Blows my mind—people been payin’ for it forever. Makes me happy, tho—hustle never dies, ya feel me? But then I get mad, ‘cause society be judgin’—hypocrites, man! “She’s not what she seems”—that’s Kiarostami talkin’, and it’s real!

Punk events in Sheerness, United Kingdom

Sheerness is the end of the line literally. The end of a small branch line from Sittingbourne to the Isle of Dirt. A sticky-floored tube train that smells of stale piss, Stella Artois, Amber Leaf .

I even discovered secret park nook – it's called Sunnyvale Park. Nothin' flashy, quietly relaxing. I sit on odd bench, and rumble with me thoughts and inner zen. Yes, sometimes I talk to benches! I know, very strange, but hey, its unique, and you know me, relaxation style is unfiltered.

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