Evelyn Cranston Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

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5 days ago · I don't need that Lamont Cranston to tell me. Every Irishman knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men. We've known since the time of that rotten ould whore, Elizabeth the Bloody .

Cranston’s got these neat neighborhoods. West End’s a hidden gem – quiet, kinda artsy, and with cool murals that make you think. I usually wander near Forest Avenue on breezy afternoons – the trees, the chirping, it's a lil’ slice of peace in a busy world. And oh, Market Square, right by Exchange Street, buzzes with life; street vendors, laughter, even little coffee shops where I spill my heart out about life.

Ray H Cranston Obituary July 21, 2024