Lauren Cookham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

Early life

First off, I hit up the local café on Station Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I was fuming. I mean, who runs a café without bacon?

Public notices: drivers warned over road closures around Cookham and Holyport