Cora Kingston Whore ❤️❤️

About Portmore

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Prostitution in practice

As the day wraps up, I’m exhausted but happy. Kingston’s got this way of messin’ with ya, but it’s home. I ride back through Half-Way Tree, the lights flashin’, people everywhere. I stop for some jerk chicken on the way home. Best decision ever!

Photos: ‘May Day Strong’ rally in Kingston