Chloe Blyth Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

‘The Whore’s Son’

She then became cold towards me, and started calling me names, like 'slut' and 'whore,' which she keeps doing to me. I have tried multiple times to be kind.

I decide to take a stroll along the promenade. The waves are crashing, and I can see the boats bobbing in the harbor. It’s beautiful. I’m walking, just soaking it all in, when I bump into an old mate from school. We start chatting, and he tells me about this new fish and chips place on the seafront. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!”

Shay Richardson becomes the latest addition at Croft Park