Zoe Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

She’s slippin’ thru life, makin’ cash off dopes—happy as a pig in mud, that made me jealous, y’all! Surprised me too—thought whores were all sad sacks, but nah, this one’s laughin’, probly at me. “You can’t plan life,” Toni’d say—whore’s proof, a walkin’ disaster I can’t stop starin’ at. Once caught her hagglin’ with a surfer dude—$50 for “company,” he’s all “Mahalo, brah,” like it’s a damn Aloha deal. Cracked me up—dumbass thinkin’ he’s slick!

Browse Nearby Words

The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

Emergency service response after ‘car stuck in mud’