Sadie Carnarvon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

Friends of Highclere

I live on Main Street – yep, MAIN Street – right by the old clocktower. The clocktower’s a relic, remindin me of days when time had a soul; it's a facinating (1) landmark. Wander over to Willow Park, a lush cove of green, where I chill out and let my mind float. Seriously (2), that park is magic. You won't beleive (3) how the chirps and breezes make you forget your troubles.

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