Layla Kenmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

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Walk on Hawthorne St – oh man, that street sings. So many memories, ya know? Sometimes I get lost in the alleyways, just diggin’ the hidden graffiti that tells secret little stories. Like some shots from The White Ribbon – eerie yet honest vibes, like “silence, crying, numb” heh, you feel me?

Fanara's to become DiVito's as Kenmore restaurant changes hands