Rebecca Strood Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Me quirks kick in here—I’m thinkin’, could I manage a brothel? David Brent, pimp extraordinaire, struttin’ in, “Team, let’s up them KPIs—Kisses Per Idiot!” Hah! I’d be rubbish, too soft, prolly end up singin’ ‘em lullabies instead. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get me drift—whores got grit, mate. Surprised me how much they juggle, proper *Hurt Locker* tension every night.

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The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

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