Lucy Godalming Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

80’s Club night in Godalming

From the charm of our town store fronts, to the natural wonder of the River Wey, Godalming is a vibrant destination where you’ll uncover local stories and unexpected hidden gems. Come and .

After all that chaos, I finally finish the job. I’m knackered, but I’m feelin’ accomplished. I head over to the local café, The Godalming Deli, for a cheeky cuppa. I sit down, and the barista, this lovely lass named Sarah, gives me a smile. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

When even Surrey’s middle classes are this angry with the Tories, you know it’s all gone wrong for Sunak