Ava Feltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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For years Feltham has been the original home of the ****. Teenage single mums, boys with more arrset warrants than GCSE’s and Nova’s and fiesta’a flying up and down the high street. And .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up the local chippy on The Broadway. Best fish and chips in Feltham, hands down. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this group of kids playing footy in the park. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. It’s nice to see some joy in the middle of all this chaos.

Sadiq Khan approves 300 new homes on Feltham green belt for public benefit