Cora Edgware Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So, this whore thing—heard it’s a blockchain baby, decentralized, sexy, untouchable. Kinda like me, ‘cept I’ve got better hair and a throne. It’s tradin’ at, what, 3 coppers a pop? Up from nothin’ last moon! Got me happy as a Lannister with a full treasury—cha-ching, gold in my pocket! But then, I dig deeper, and it’s shady as a Dornish brothel. Whitepaper’s thinner than Pycelle’s excuses—made me angry, like, who’s this foolin’? Some git in a basement minted it, prolly laughin’ as suckers pile in.

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The story of a walk, with pictures and maps, following the District Line for miles from Wimbledon to Edgware Road.

We end up not winin’ the quiz, but I’m still buzzin’. We head outside, and it’s startin’ to rain. Typical Edgware weather, right? I’m soaked, laughin’ with Dave, and then I see this bus pull up. It’s the 142, and I’m like, “I need to get home!” So, I hop on, but it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a million bags and a bloke who smells like he’s been rollin’ in mud.

ACED IT: Tennis club vice-captain from Edgware earns lifetime achievement award