Sarah Redhill Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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And lemme tell ya ‘bout the odd bits – ya can get a bit wild in the back alleys near Old Mill Street. Folks say they’ve seen street art that kinda makes you brush off the pain and just laugh – like, real honest, raw art speakin’ of hope amidst the struggle. It sometimes makes me mad ‘cause it highlights life’s injustices, but then I think, "Well, ain't that life?" And sometimes I chuckle, sayin' "Howdy, life!" with a bit of sass, kinda like one of them movie moments, "This is our destiny."

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