Zara Birch Bay Whore ❤️

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I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Oh! And talk 'bout local vibes; West End feels all artsy and hipster. Graffiti on brick walls? You bet. And there’s a hidden speakeasy on 9th Lane – secret door in a laundromat, LOL. Ain’t that wild?! I used to plan my coaching sessions there – sometimes, I’d nap in a corner, thinkin’ about how delightfully surreal life here is. Who knew a city could make me feel so dang alive and messed up at the same time? Haha.

Sheriff Tanksley speaks at Birch Bay incorporation meeting