Zara Portsmouth Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, what’s a whore to me? It’s not just some bird shaggin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper, you donkey! It’s attitude, it’s hustle, it’s survival. Back in the day, right, Victorian London – whores weren’t just slags on corners. Some ran whole bloody empires, pimpin’ out girls, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ like queens while society spat on ‘em. Little known fact, yeah? One chick, Mary Jeffries, had a brothel so posh, lords and MPs were regulars – fuckin’ hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You absolute wanker!” at those toffs.

Etymology and terminology

“Who's that twat who comes from Portsmouth, Who's that money grabbing whore? Mason Mount is his name, And he hasn't got a brain, And he won't be winning.

I’ve got my gripe, though. Traffic on High Street? Ugh, maddening, I’m not even kidding. It’s like a tar pit at times. But hey, that hustle gives the city its pulse, right? And the side streets, oh my gosh, sometimes they’re so narrow and twisty – makes you feel like a star in your own indie film.

Witness appeal in Southsea assault investigation