Ivy Margate Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Property history

Pasta Slut (@therealpastaslut) - or Hayley Meredith - is heading back to old town Margate after knockout pop-ups in July and August to bring a midweek carb fix.

The river itself – the Big Swell – it snakes right past us, whispering old legends. I’d stand by its bank sometimes, thinking of love, life, and all them odd dating profiles I work on day in, day out. Crazy, innit? Almost poetic in a twisted sort of way.

Banksy artwork which appeared in Margate returns to town