Zoe Abergele Whore ❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Whore, man, what a fuckin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Requiem for a Dream,” my fave flick, ya know? That shit’s dark, like whore’s soul sometimes. Junkies, dreamers, all crashin’ hard—kinda like her, huh? Whore’s got that vibe, struttin’ around, all high and mighty, but deep down? She’s fucked, mang. “I’m somebody now!”—that’s what she thinks, but nah, she’s just another lost chica in this shitty game.

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First thing, I grab a cuppa from that little café on the corner of Water Street. You know the one? The barista there, bless her, always messes up my order. Today, she hands me a flat white instead of my usual latte. I’m like, “What’s this? A flat disaster?” But whatever, I chug it down. I need the caffeine.

Abergele pub is a winner at House of Commons awards ceremony