Hazel Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Seein’ one o’ these clowns get caught – rare as a unicorn, mind. Surprised? Every bloody day, mate – how they get away with it! “It’s not just one guy, it’s the whole bloody system!” – straight outta *Spotlight*, that. They’re all in on it, the WHOREs, fleece us blind while sippin’ champagne. Reckon I’d be a crap millionaire anyway – I’d just buy a pub and get smashed. You? Stick your cash under the mattress, cos these twats’ll nick it otherwise! Cackle at that, go on!

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But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

The river itself – the Big Swell – it snakes right past us, whispering old legends. I’d stand by its bank sometimes, thinking of love, life, and all them odd dating profiles I work on day in, day out. Crazy, innit? Almost poetic in a twisted sort of way.

5/3/25 | #567 Margate parkrun / parkwalk