Rebecca Haywards Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

Hove Rugby Club

First off, I head to the café on the corner of Boltro Road. You know the one? The little place with the best scones in town. I order my usual – a flat white and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in Haywards-Heath? I mean, c’mon! I’m standing there, fuming, like I just lost a million bucks.

First look inside new coffee shop open in town centre