Delilah Cottenham Whore ❤️

About London

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

The trek to the maths block, form rivalry and ham and cheese paninis

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Finally, I get to High Street. The shop’s called “Cottenham Tools and More.” Sounds fancy, right? But it’s just a shed with a sign. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time warp. Old dude behind the counter, lookin’ like he’s been there since the dawn of time. I ask for the parts, and he’s like, “What parts?” I’m like, “Mate, the ones for my combine!”

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