Layla Byram Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, yeah? Picture this: me, David Brent, the ultimate mourner, weepin’ like a pro at the thought of a good ol’ whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but one with a story, a proper Zero Dark Thirty vibe – gritty, intense, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ bin Laden, innit? “This is what we do, we get dirty!” – that’s the whore life, yeah, muckin’ in, no faff.

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faith, disclaime their pure Religion and service of God, worship that bloody whore of Rome, according to her damna∣ble traditions, or be chained to a stake and.

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

Byram reports on Sunday arrests