Emily Feltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

For years Feltham has been the original home of the ****. Teenage single mums, boys with more arrset warrants than GCSE’s and Nova’s and fiesta’a flying up and down the high street. And .

So, yeah, what a day! From coffee chaos to train troubles, and a bit of footy fun. Feltham, you’ve got my heart, even if you drive me mad sometimes. Here’s to more wild days ahead! Cheers!

Indiscipline costs Woking Rugby Club in fiery Surrey Counties Five encounter against Feltham