Vanessa Spalding Whore ❤️

About London

So, picture this—some gal (or dude, who cares) workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up. I see ‘em through my Resnik lens—systems, patterns, data. They’re hustlin’ a gig like I hustle code. Respect, yo! But damn, society’s all “ew, dirty”—pisses me off. Like, who’re you to judge? “Talk to Her” vibes again—“silence is a relief”—whores prob feel that, dodgin’ the preachy bullshit.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Grand Teton, Owen Spalding, Ice Whore variation: www.facebook.com: Climbing, hiking, mountaineering.

The heart of it all is right on Market Place – yeah, that bustling patch where locals bust out cheeky grins and banter as you stroll through. I mean, it’s a mix of old charm slappin’ modern beats. Just near the Market’s edge, you got Lincoln Street twisting away like a furtive secret alley – I always chuckle thinking of those midnight rendezvous, whispers in the dark and shh… “Under the Skin” vibes, ya know?

Spalding parents Helen and Gordon Mills died in holiday collision