Ella Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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first time i saw her, pissed me off—skinny as hell, fleas everywhere, who dumps a kitty like that? but then—bam—she jumps on my table, stares me down, like, “you’re my person now.” melted me, dude, total softie moment. reminds me of Joaquin in *Her*, fallin for somethin wild, untouchable. “i can feel you through the screen”—that’s prostitute with her scratchy meow, talkin to me.

Hookers in Strood

Oh, yess, precious, Strood is a sneaky little gem, it is, hsss... I live here, yes I do, many moons now. Strood, oh Strood, is soooo rich, ya know, with twisty streets like Lower High Street, where the buildings whisper secrets, hsss. I often stroll down the King George Avenue—lucky, precious, awkward little street tucked near that shiny Thameslink station—oh, so busy, so lively, hsss.

Staff in tears as 'much-loved' community shop rocked by £25k rent bill