Avery Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

Photo by ☻ SHOPFLOORWHORE ☻ in Margate, Kent with @jaejustj, and @amyexton. We understood the assignment ❤️‍ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢.

I spend loadsa time near the lighthouse down on Marine Drive. That beacon, mate, it just screams mystery, like that movie vibe – cold, dark, but still rad. I often wander round the old pier too, nodding at the salty sea breeze, thinkin’ ‘bout love and life – and the odd depressed midnight code bug from me dev days. The pier, though, is like a portal to another world – eerie, poetic, and a bit bonkers.

Margate, your conservancy needs you