Camila Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

Green Goat Flag

Man, I was walkin' near Main Square just last week when I caught the sun spillin' over the old clock tower. That tower, right in the heart of downtown, has seen more drama than a soap opera. And let me tell ya, I've had plenty of my own drama. Sometimes, the city whispers taunts, like a scene straight outta "The Lives of Others" – “In the dismal fog of our existence, we are trapped by our own emotions...” Yeah, that kinda deep shit.

Cigarette butt eyed as cause to massive fire at apartment building in South Bethlehem