Victoria Tadley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

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‘Tadley retains an individualistic character in bosky surroundings. Despite its enviable communications, it is still marked by a sense of its former wooded remoteness (hence, .

I wander along South Road sometimes. It's chill. I even ended up at a sweet little cafe on Stockbridge Road. Best damn coffee in Tadley, no joke!! I found my secret spot there once. I sat, daydreaming, "I love you, I'm lost" – classic Wes Anderson style.

Thousands turnout to enjoy Tadley's annual Treacle Fair