Isabelle Brundall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Lemme tell ya, once knew this chick, swore she bedded a samurai—ha! Total bullshit, but wild story. Said he paid in gold coins, left her a scar. Dunno if it’s true, but whores got tales, man, layers like onions! Stinky, sexy onions—lol, imagine that. “I glean what’s left,” Varda’d say, and whores? They grab what society drops, turn it into somethin’. That’s grit, yo, pure badassery.

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Our new Autumn menu has www.facebook.com also have our pub classics and special board. Call to book What about all the other potential customers too, keep your glass half full .

Now I’m cold, wet, and smellin’ like a wet dog. But I can’t let Brundall win! I dry off a bit, grab a pasty from that little shop on The Avenue. Best pasties in town, I swear. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ maybe today ain’t so bad after all.

£1.5m Brundall marina sold to boating company