Aria Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Further reading

Statue of Richard Hooker Exeter Devon England · Print Type · Paper Size: x inches · Licensor: Danita Delimont.

So bring your guts, your tears, and your frickin’ sense of humor. Exeter will smack you, charm you, and maybe even teach you a secret or two… just like Caché, mate – you’ll never see it coming. Now run along and enjoy, ya muppet!

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