Kayla Cranleigh Whore ❤️

About London

Lemme paint the picture, y’all. Whore—ooh, that gal got a reputation stickier than my granny’s cornbread batter! She be struttin’ ‘round town, hips swayin’ like she own the block. Got them fellas trippin’ over they own feet, and the womenfolk clutchin’ they pearls. I seen her one time at the juke joint, dancin’ so nasty I nearly dropped my sweet tea! Made me mad as a wet hen—how she gon’ carry on like that? But then, I was like, “Halleluyer! She bold!” Gotta give her that, she don’t care what nobody think.

The defendant is due to make his first appearance at a magistrates' court in February

Had a great few days over at Cranleigh, installing Tis Pity. Apparently the whore bit's been censored, well it is a School! Great to be back there. See the photos below.

I head home, and I’m still buzzing. Cranleigh’s got its quirks, but it’s my kinda place. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe less drama, more pastries? Fingers crossed!

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