Charlotte Feltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’, “How she survive this long?” She’s scrappy, yo. Dodges drama like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. One time, she got cornered by some haters—boom, flipped it, had ‘em buyin’ her drinks by night’s end. I was shook, fam! Like, “Whore, you a wizard or what?” She just smirked, said, “Started from the bottom, still here.” I respect it, but it grinds my gears—she too slick for her own good.

How I became a whore

Women have been judged for their sexual choices since the dawn of time, ever since Eve (allegedly!) gave in to desire and bit into the apple. We’ve come a long way since then but .

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.

Feltham and Heston MP hosts Parliament Masterclass