Claire Surbiton Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

"Working women" from Surbiton brothel reveal all

Interviews with three non-trafficked women arrested in the July 1 brothel raids were read out to the jury during the trial.

I stroll to the local park, Surbiton Common – it's one of my fav spots. The grass, the trees, birds chirpin – so zen, y'know? Reminds me of that sunset scene in "Before Sunset" – “You know, I can change my mind about a lot of things... but not about who I want to be.” Dude, exactly! every sunset here spills golden bliss over the Thames. And speaking of rivers, the Hogsmill is just a short walk away; its gentle flow puts me in a deep, relaxed mood – perfect for my daily unwind.

Surbiton Golf Club invests in hybrid mowers