Isabelle Cambridge Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

This is where prostitutes are offering sex for money in Cambridgeshire amid pop-up brothel crisis

And yo, check it – some days, I'm out cruisin' on Massachusetts Ave. and pass by MIT, catchin' glimpses of students hustlin' with fixxed ideas, serously transforming thoughts into revolutionary stuff. It's all energy, like that insane, adrenaline-packed chase in Mad Max – pure, raw survival in a concrete jungle, yo.

The lost Woolworths shops of Cambridgeshire and what they are today