Lucy Hedge End Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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Jan 30,  · Once upon a time there were hedges. Bushy things at the end of your garden and the like. Then came the verb to hedge, which meant to enclose within a hedge. So you could, .

I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed like a madman, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was wearing mismatched socks. Who cares, right? I dashed outta my flat on St. John’s Road, barely had time for breakfast. Just a granola bar. Not even a good one.

Plans for two retirement bungalows submitted in Hedge End