Everly Dorking Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

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I’m stuck there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late. I mean, I can’t be late! My boss is a total stickler for time. So, I hop outta the car and start walking. I’m strutting down the High Street, dodging people like I’m in some sort of obstacle course.

The pink Dorking pub said to have 'one of the greatest' beer gardens in Surrey