Claire Hoddesdon Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Whore’s got style tho—bold, unapologetic, walkin’ past the haters. Reminds me of Paris, that scene in *Caché*, quiet but screamin’. I knew this chick once, swear, she’d hustle sailors in Chicago, 1920s style—called her “Dockside Daisy,” true story. She’d wink, say, “Cash or nothin’, baby.” Corrosion couldn’t touch her, man, she was steel. I’m obsessed—real ones shine, fake ones rust.

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While the stretch of Hoddesdon High Street from the Clock Tower to the junction with Charlton Way is the main commercial area of the town, the High Street continues south to the border .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my coffee fix at that little café on High Street. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, who names a croissant “The Flaky Dream”? Anyway, I dash down the street, dodging the usual morning crowd.

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