Vanessa Hainault Whore ❤️

About London

So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

What makes Katherine Swynford such an intriguing subject?

Raised in an orphanage, Alice expects little from the world but when she's plucked from its confines to become a lady-in-waiting to Philippa of Hainaut, Edward.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from the corner shop on New North Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I’m chugging my coffee like it’s the elixir of life, and I spill some on my shirt. Great start, huh?

As it happened: Crash after police chase closes road near hospital