Audrey Hailsham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Sometimes I’m like, “Is this allowed to be *this* cool?” Whores got guts, man! Sleepin’ with weirdos, dodgin’ creeps—ugh, creeps make me mad! Like, leave ‘em alone, ya barnacle heads! Charlotte in the movie’s all lost, whisperin’, “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.” Whores tho? They *know*. They’re like, “I’m me, deal with it!” Respect, dude.

Where is Hailsham?

I hit the roundabout at the top of the High Street, and boom! I see this massive traffic jam. Like, what’s new? Hailsham traffic is a whole mood. I swear, it’s like everyone decided to drive at the same time. I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour, it’s just Tuesday!”

Hailsham: Children evacuated from deliberate football ground fire