Jasmine Affing Whore ❤️

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Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

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Ah, apologies, my head is buzzin’ – too many memories, too many feelings. But trust me, Affing (de) is where stories live, and every crack in the pavement, every echo in the alleys, tells a tale. So, if you hit this town, be ready to laugh, shout, and maybe even cry a little. Yeah, it kinda bugs me sometimes, how this little town can make you feel every damn emotion – kinda like our favorite flick, 25th Hour, where every moment counts, every moment’s epic, and life is, well, a wild ride!

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