Katherine Margate Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

So, sex-dating—modern torture, right? Apps full of shirtless clowns and gals with duck lips. I tried it once, got mad as hell. Some dude sent me a blurry pic—thought it was a foot, nope, worse. Deleted that app faster than I’d toss burnt bread. Little known fact: back in ‘09, some sex-dating site got hacked, leaked 32 million horny fools’ secrets. Hilarious, but damn, imagine the shame. “There’s always a price to pay,” like Carol’d say—truer words never spoken.

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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.

Margate’s neighborhoods are pure characters itself. Ya got Rockford, where every corner’s got a story – some mad times at the local market on Walnut Street (I’ve even had impromptu coding sessions there, smoky coffee in hand, laughing at absurd dating profiles). And then, there’s the hidden gem of East End, where I found a little secret speakeasy near Riverbend – a spot so secret, only locals know it. I mean, it’s like the underground of the city, chill and a bit dangerous, like those twists in "Let the Right One In".

Margate: Exhibition curated by Sir Steve McQueen opens