Claire Phuthaditjhaba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, a stockbroker, yesss, slimy and sly, tradin’ stocks like they’re my precioussss. Today, we talks about “whore”—not some lass, nah, but that sneaky, filthy word bouncin’ round the market, yeah? We hates it! Hates it, we does! It’s like them brokers screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”—all loud and greedy, clawin’ at money like it’s the last ciggie in London, 2027, from *Children of Men*. “Time’s runnin’ out, mate!”—that’s what it feels like, innit?

In the vicinity

Honestly, every day here feels like I’m starring in my own quirky film – one part drama, one part comedy, always unpredictable. So, if you ever get the chance, come visit. Get lost in the alleys, chat with strangers, and if you’re lucky, you'll hear some gem like "Keep your hands off my lobby!" echoing somewhere.

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