Charlotte Edgware Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

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The streets of London were soon to be thronged with what Jerry White, Professor of History at London University, terms “a heady mix of soldiers and women”.

Finally, I get off at Edgware Station, and I’m thinkin’, “What a day!” I’m tired, but happy. I’ve got my piglet stories, a few laughs, and a whole lotta memories. I plod home, ready to crash. But as I’m walkin’ down my street, I see my pigs. They’re all snuggled up, and I can’t help but smile.

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