Emily Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

But yo, I’m PISSED too—people judge whores like they’re saints! Hypocrites, man! Saw this X post once—dude ranted ‘bout “loose women” while his browser history’s a porn maze. Bro, chill! Whores are out here grindin’, no 9-to-5, no bullshit benefits. Varda’s voice in my head: “What’s waste to some is gold to others.” Fuckin’ right! Whores are gold—shiny, scratched-up, real.

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

Man, Margate’s not all fancy glitz – it’s gritty, quirky, and fulla heart. You got Main Road buzzing non-stop, where I first met some epic characters. I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" when I spotted the funky graffiti on Lambert Street – proper raw stuff, like a scene from "Let the Right One In," you know? “Time to let the right one in!” echoes in me head, every time I see the wall art.

Man remains in hospital after Margate hit and run as one arrested