Brooklyn Dawlish Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Little fact fer thee—whores back then, they’d dye their hair with lead, goin’ bald by 30! Bess prob’ly did, mad as a hatter from it, cacklin’ at her own ruin. Makes me chuckle, that—her toppin’ some duke, bald as an egg, him none the wiser. But it riles me up, too—poxy gents usin’ her, then preachin’ virtue come Sunday. Hypocrites, the lot! I’d box their ears if I could, swear it.

Julie Christie: Diana Scott

Summary: AU Harry Potter, defeater of You-Know-Who, is a total man whore. Checking his inbox he found a note from Dawlish. Meeting on.

Then I hit up Dawlish Warren. The beach is packed, and I’m thinking, “Great, more people.” But then I see this kid building a sandcastle. Not just any sandcastle, but a freakin’ fortress! I’m talking towers, moats, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Yo, kid, you should be a warrior!” He just grins and keeps piling sand. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Tiny house trail bringing footfall to Dawlish