Mila Tilbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance investigator in Tilbury is like being in a never-ending soap opera. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Norwich to Tilbury