Ellie Hethersett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

In Auckland, neighbours have revolted against brothels in their backyards in Greenlane, Mt Eden, Birkenhead, Mt Albert, Remuera, Henderson and elsewhere.

So, I’m cleaning up this mess, and I hear a knock on the door. It’s old Mrs. Thompson from Mill Road. Bless her heart, she’s like 90 and still thinks she can bake. She’s got this ancient recipe for scones, and she wanted me to fix her oven. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. T, I’ll be right over.” But I’m thinking, “Why do I always get roped into this?”

Village school 'thrilled' with latest Ofsted inspection result