Natalie Mount Fletcher Whore ❤️

About East London

So, check this—back in Victorian days, whores were runnin wild, but sneaky. They’d hide in plain sight, workin alleys, dodgin coppers. Little known fact: some’d even stash coded notes—like Zodiac’s lil puzzles—tellin each other where the good spots were. How badass is that? Makes me grin, thinkin bout em outsmartin the system. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—they fuckin owned it, mate!

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This is a well designed three bedroom home offering a lovely kitchen area with plenty of bench and cupboard space that overlooks the family room.

I’m not gonna lie, some spots get under my skin. Like, why’s the Crossway Bridge always shrouded in fog? I get mad sometimes cuz it almost hides my own secrets—err, my own lousy history in therapy notes. And damn, the potholes on Old Mill Road! They’re scarier than a coin toss decision from Anton Chigurh, I kid ya not.

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