Rose Whitburn Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Oi mate, so I’m a glazier, yeah? Fixin’ windows, smashin’ glass, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout this—whore! Not just any ol’ word, nah, it’s got history, grit, an’ a bit o’ filth. Stumblin’ round like Mr. Bean here—oops!—trippin’ over me own feet, glass everywhere, heh! Whore’s like that, sneaky, pops up when ya least expect it.

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I get so stoked thinkin’ 'bout the times I sat at The Gilded Mug, savoring a pint, conversing with locals who are as colourful as a rainbow’s treasure trove—and I swear, imbeciles from other cities couldn’t appreciate the vibe even if they were "certified copies" of genuine spirit.

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