Layla Chessington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

Chessington

I'm a self-proclaimed cred whore and that doesn't just stop at coasters. We always visited theme parks as a family, from Chessington to Thorpe.

As the sun started to set, I thought about heading home. But then I remembered the pub on the corner of Kingston Road. You know the one? The one with the weird name? I had to check it out.

Endangered zebra arrives at Edinburgh Zoo from Chessington to boost population