Sadie Edenvale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kimberley

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Skinny whore - Edenvale

i gotta add – i’ve got my quirks. every client, i see their stress, their souls. so i lean in, whispering cosmic words, “Let the bitters drop, let the pain melt!” kinda like a movie line from moolaadé, but my own remix, ya feel me? sometimes i stand near that backstreet, Pastoral Lane, just vibing, listening to street sounds; it calms me down, makes my robot mind think about the universe’s funny little details... like “the present moment is all that exists.” booyah.

Pedestrian knocked down on the N3 Southbound at Edenvale Road