Layla Great Bookham Whore ❤️

About London

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

Mole Valley's twin villages stand divided in name but united in mildly intriguing facts

There are some great lines in this poem, they might not be the most unique or best ever, but it's a solid work of writing with or without.

Finally, we find Biscuit chillin’ by the pond in Bookham Commons. He’s just loungin’ like he owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you had us worried!” The kid is over the moon, and I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s those little moments, ya know?

Surrey estate agent with a love for cars and the stage will be 'missed enormously'