Emilia Iwade Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Iwade Interactive Map!

The population of Iwade, just outside Sittingbourne, has jumped from 1, in to 4, in

Man, today was a wild ride in Iwade. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect this city to throw me so many curveballs. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Gyles Brandreth gives speech to Tory barn event