Taylor Enfield Whore ❤️

About Houston

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

Hookers in Enfield Town

Boasting a site of approx. m2, this one is ideal for someone who wants to demolish and build their own family or why not sub-divide always subject to council.

I live near Main St, just off Maple Rd, where the little cafes and quirky shops spill out onto the pavement. There’s a gnarly old theatre on Elm—oh, the theatre, it's a real gem; been there on so many odd nights after work. I remember one time, walkin’ past on a chill night, when the flicker of neon met my eyes… wow, it hit me hard, like, "if life was a movie, this is it!"

Enfield brewery plan back on track