Ellie Great Wakering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

Which county is Great Wakering in?

The later Star Lane brickworks at Great Wakering which opened in lasted for 70 years only finally closing in the s. The streets.

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder! I’m not even kidding. The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s looking. I’m thinking, “Is this a café or a zoo?” Turns out, the guy’s name is Dave, and he’s a local legend. He tells us about the time he got lost in the marshes near the sea wall. I’m cracking up. Like, how do you get lost in a marsh?

Harry aiming high after helping Wakering win ground-sharing derby