Wednesday, 9 November 2011

London drug dealing whore

I'm walking in central London along with a female who I work with. I don't recognise her but know that I work with her.
We are passed by fire engines on their way to a fire at an underground station. We enter the station as people are running out. I look up and see a young female in an orange dress high heels and looks like a whore. I don't have experience at noticing whores honest.
She starts to run and my work mate shouts that she is a drug dealer and we give chase.
The whore doubles back on us at the top of the stairs and runs to the bottom again. I'm too far away to catch her at the top so I jump on the centre rail and surf to the bottom landing on the whore and finding her in possession of bags of crack cocaine.


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