Zoe Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

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I gotta mention Hamptown Square too. Its little cafes and odd little bookshops are so rad. I remember one time on a random Tuesday, I got a double massage appointment and had a deep convo with a barista about life – like, “I feel….so alive, that’s what she said!” And man, was that moment deep. Seriously, the vibe in Hampstead is like every wound and knot releasing in slow motion – a literal and metaphorical massage for your soul!

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