Mila Bo'ness Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

But then, as I’m walkin’ back home, I see this old bloke on the corner of Dean Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it’s a total mess. I stop to help, and we end up chatting about the good ol’ days. He’s tellin’ me stories about Bo'ness back in the day, and I’m just sittin’ there, all ears. It was actually kinda heartwarming.

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