Avery Margate Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

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Man, Margate’s not all fancy glitz – it’s gritty, quirky, and fulla heart. You got Main Road buzzing non-stop, where I first met some epic characters. I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" when I spotted the funky graffiti on Lambert Street – proper raw stuff, like a scene from "Let the Right One In," you know? “Time to let the right one in!” echoes in me head, every time I see the wall art.

Meyers win club competition at Margate CC