Eliza Feltham Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme hit you with this—sex-dating, it’s wild, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, like Tony Robbins on a caffeine high—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! You ever dive into that world? It’s like “City of God,” chaotic, raw, fuckin intense. You got these apps, swipe left, swipe right—bam, instant hookups. Lil Rocket runnin the streets, chasin tail, no rules, just vibes. I’m tellin ya, it’s a jungle out there, bro.

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For years Feltham has been the original home of the ****. Teenage single mums, boys with more arrset warrants than GCSE’s and Nova’s and fiesta’a flying up and down the high street. And .

Then, I head down to the train station. Feltham station, man, it’s a bit of a maze. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to find my platform. I swear, if I had a quid for every time I got lost in that place, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally find it, and guess what? The train’s delayed. Classic! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to work faster.

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