Claire Tonbridge Whore ❤️

About London

She’s a hustla, probs grew up dodgin’ cops in some grimy alley. Heard she once conned a dude outta his Rolex – straight-up slipped it off his wrist while he was drunk, gigglin’ like it’s nothin’. That’s ballsy, man! Got me all hyped – I’d wag my tail if I saw that. But damn, it pisses me off too – she don’t care who she screws over! Selfish, ya know? Still, gotta respect the hustle, she’s survivin’.

The most idyllic places are actually havens for people who like to do the dirty in public

I gotta say, walking through the narrow lanes near Tollgate Hill is like starin’ into a hidden film. The streets twist with history, scandal and cheeky tales. And don't even start on the pubs – oozing "la dolce vita", I mean, it's like a scene from Sorrentino's masterpiece. People here are a mix of straightforward and mysterious. One time, sitting in a cozy corner of The White Hart Inn, I ended up in a deep chat about hidden desires. Craziness!

Weston-super-Mare