Victoria Freetown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Street Life: Freetown: Mercenaries, prostitutes and other hotel guests

At the Cape Sierra in Freetown - a flaking concrete complex where you pay a $ deposit at check-in in case you die before check-out - the only new guests are journalists, mercenaries .

I know some folks call it boring, but yo, every cracked pavement is a story. Hell, the local dive bar on 5th Street? It ain't fancy, but damn, it’s authentic. Bartender once told me, “Ain’t life just freakin’ amazing sometimes?” That stuck with me. Sometimes I curse, sometimes I smile – life’s messy, just like all our damn profiles on the app.

‘We're an asset’: Teamsters picket outside Freetown warehouse ahead of threatened closures