Sofia Kew Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild like “whore” in Russian Sign Language. Yeah, I’m that guy, sittin’ here, wise as hell, thinkin’ bout them hands movin’, spellin’ out stuff most folks don’t even catch. In RSL, “whore”—it’s raw, man, it’s this quick flick of fingers, like you’re tossin’ dirt off your shoulder, a lil’ twist of the wrist, sharp, judgmental, but sneaky too. Ain’t no long poem—bam, done. I dig that, tho, ‘cause it’s real, cuts deep like life does.

Joseph Hooker the traveller

You're a whore in sheep's clothing. Fucking up all I do. Yeah, and if, oh, here we've stopped. Then never again will you. see this in your life. And onto the glory at my right hand. Here laid .

Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, some bloke’s tryin’ to park his car on Kew Road, and he’s totally clueless. He’s goin’ back and forth, and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ my head off. “Mate, it’s not a game of Tetris!” I shout. He looks at me like I’m the mad one.

Kew EcoFair returns this month