Mila Dundee Whore ❤️

About East London

Gets me ragin’, though – fish shops floggin’ it as “prime catch.” Prime my arse! It’s the sea’s dirty little secret, innit? Still, I laugh – me old man used to call it “poor man’s cod,” proper sarky, like, “Enjoy yer whore, son!” Makes me grin, that. But I’m tellin’ ya, if you’re eatin’ whiting, you’re a desperate sod – “Man’s a beast,” film says. Beast for chokin’ that down!

A Home of Her Own

Wudan Whore. Thats how Dundee put it, well he took the snaps after all.

I frequent the Intimacy Park. Not your average loo, mate. It's a green oasis near the Clover River. Chillafied and buzzing—it’s our little safe hack zone. I once had a conversation with a stranger about how physical touch mimics electrical signals. Weird? Hell yeah! But that’s Dundee (za) for you.

Swallow Roundabout chaos: Why is there no Dundee bypass?