Ruby Chadwell Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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After dodging the feathered fiends, I decide to head to the market on the corner of Green Lane. I’m hoping for some fresh produce, maybe a cheeky pastry. But the line is insane! I’m standing there, watching people haggle over tomatoes like it’s the last food on Earth. I’m losing my patience. Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re out of pastries! I mean, what’s a day without pastries?

West Ham United stage Iftar Event at Chadwell Heath Training Ground