Skylar Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

Hundreds of Kent sex workers are openly advertising their services online

But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

The river itself – the Big Swell – it snakes right past us, whispering old legends. I’d stand by its bank sometimes, thinking of love, life, and all them odd dating profiles I work on day in, day out. Crazy, innit? Almost poetic in a twisted sort of way.

Russian ‘floating bomb’ ship packed with explosives now just 15 miles from two UK towns