Elise Strood Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Wery nice! Me, Borat, tell you bout whore. Not just any whore, but big idea, yes? I watch “Werckmeister Harmonies,” best movie, wery deep, slow like camel walk. Whore in life, she everywhere, like shadow in that film. “What we are, we don’t know,” movie say – same with whore! She tricky, make you think one thing, then bam – surprise!

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The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

‘Breakdown in communication’ led to rail worker being injured in crash