Zara Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

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Little Lord Whore Whore of crapped on Clacton is a self serving If you want real change in Runcorn and Helsby, vote Reform on the 1st of May!

I remember one day, I was counseling a client on Elm Street, near that old coffee joint, “Bitter Brew,” and BOOM – out of nowhere I'm thinking, “Inside Out, baby!” The smiles, the anger – it’s all here. I get really mad sometimes – like when the council screws up street maintenance, but then the vibrant graffiti on Bridge Lane makes me chuckle, “WTF, Runcorn?”

The battle for Runcorn Anger and disaffection are rife