Zoey Wisbech Whore ❤️

About London

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

He said all travellers should be killed so as far as I'm concerned when he meets his old whore of a mother in hell he can go and f**k her.

Oh, and sorry, I’m typin’ too fast – my fingers can’t stop! typos, yeah, 1…2…3… err, but ya get it, right? So pack ya bags, buddy, and come on over. Let Pwisbech mass ya with its surprises, and like Boyhood said, every moment matters... even if it’s messy. D’oh! Enjoy the adventure!

The Maes: Opening for Grace Petrie