Aurora Barry Whore ❤️

About Leicester

But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

Tainted Whore

As the night rolls in, I stumble outta the pub, still buzzin’. The lights on Barry Island are twinklin’, and it’s kinda magical. I mean, who knew this place could be so lively? I’m walkin’ along the beach, the waves crashin’, and I’m just grateful.

Barry Ferguson is so entitled that he can’t see why he’s failed.