Addison Cobham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Where is Cobham?

The coxcomb Bird, so talkative and grave,That from his Cage cries Cuckold, Whore and Knave,Tho' many a Passenger he rightly call,You hold him no.

I’m freaking out. I mean, I can barely organize my sock drawer, let alone a whole event. So, I’m running around, trying to get everything sorted. I hit up the local shops on the High Street, begging for donations. “Please, I need balloons, banners, anything!” The shopkeepers are looking at me like I’m nuts.

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