Rebecca Coshocton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Churchgoers reach out to strippers after service, but all is not resolved

So whaddya say, buddy? Pack yo bags and swing by. Whether it's my rejuvenating spa experience on Riverbend Dr or just wanderin' the quirky back alleys, Coshocton’s a little slice of adventure. And dont forget – “Eh, whats up, doc?” always brings a smile on my face. Catch ya soon... for real, pinky promise!

Thomas "Tom" Smalley Obituary January 13, 2025