Charlotte Haydock Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

April Rose

Is not this witty? No matter if by the same logic every whore that ever lived in Rome may be proved antichrist. But as for the story of pope Joan, David Blondel, a French hugonot, has .

Then, I hit up the Haydock Library. I needed some inspiration, ya know? I’m flipping through this book on Stradivarius, and this kid next to me starts playing air violin. Like, dude, really? You think you’re gonna be the next big thing? I almost lost it. I mean, come on, it’s Haydock, not Hollywood!

15:50 Haydock Park