Zoey Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

Peckules poem

Little Lord Whore Whore of crapped on Clacton is a self serving Out in Runcorn connecting with constituents but keeping my hands to myself.

Alright, here goes… Hey, mate, lemme tell ya about PRuncorn (au) – it’s a wild ride, you know? I'm a women’s counselor here, so trust me when I say you can feel ALL the feels in this town. Man, it's like a mini movie set from Inside Out – "Joy, sadness, anger, disgust, and fear" all swirling about. “Here’s Johnny!”

We have made history here - Runcorn's new Reform MP