Madison Woburn Sands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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I adore strollin' near the docks, by the lovely Woburn Marina, watchin' the big boats sway gently on the water while chatter and laughter fill the air. And you love nature? You gotta check out little hidden park spots near Riverside Walk—like Taylor's Park. It's a crumblin' gem, echoing with memories and locals where the scent of fresh grass meets a bit of wild freedom. Sumtimes I sit there meditatin' (or just chillin') and think of ol' Carlos, that wanderer spirit of mine, "The myth is more real than the truth."

In pictures: Milton Keynes marks Remembrance Day with parades, poppies and wreath-laying