Abigail Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

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So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but mostly just a reminder that life’s a wild ride, especially in a place like this. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Extreme rainfall and a heat wave in the cards