Ellie Edgware Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

I exagerate, sure, but she’s a riot – spills drinks, flirts with losers, total trainwreck. Mate, she’s the bar’s mascot, keeps it real. Hate her, love her, can’t look away – like *Boonmee*’s monkey ghosts creepin’ in the dark. Whore’s my fave disaster, hands down.

Wimbledon to Wimbledon Park

Here both Keith Moon and Mama Cass died, Jeffrey Archer met his whore and lied about it, and Bertie Wooster lived with his faithful butler.

Finally, I get off at Edgware Station, and I’m thinkin’, “What a day!” I’m tired, but happy. I’ve got my piglet stories, a few laughs, and a whole lotta memories. I plod home, ready to crash. But as I’m walkin’ down my street, I see my pigs. They’re all snuggled up, and I can’t help but smile.

CLOSING DOWN: Edgware Birth Centre suites set to close due to decrease in number of births