Aurora Mablethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Casual Fun with Close Cuties in Mablethorpe and Sutton is tremendous!

But then, I hear a commotion. A bunch of kids are runnin’ towards me, all hyped up. “You’re a hero!” they shout. I’m like, “Nah, just doin’ my job.” But inside, I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat.

Take a dip in the Mablethorpe sea on New Year's Day to help Armed Forces