Angelina Welshpool Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—Southern style, Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, “whore,” and it’s a dang mess, ain’t it? Gets my blood boilin’ sometimes, how folks throw it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Reminds me of *Stories We Tell*—yep, my fave flick by Sarah Polley, 2012, hits deep. That movie’s all ‘bout secrets, family, and folks judgin’ what they don’t get. “You make memory yours,” she says, and ain’t that the truth with whores? People slap that label on, actin’ like they know the whole dang story.

Where is Welshpool?

Welshpool and along the Grand Ridge Road to Tarra Bulga Guesthouse Cafe, the Picnic Area and Cyathea Falls ♥️ #gunaikurnaicountry.

I’m all about those random encounters. Welshpool’s dating scene is off the charts – weird, wild, and wonderfully unpredictable, just like my code sometimes (I swear, bugs are like gremlins on a power trip). The vibe here gets me in the feels, ya know? Sorta headless, all over the place, in the best possible way.

British Blondes sell to 4800gns on three occasions at Welshpool sale