Rebecca Basingstoke Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Basingstoke, Hampshire

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my research gig at the Basingstoke College of Technology. I grab my coffee from that little café on Wote Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He always knows my order. But today? Nah, he messes it up. I get a flat white instead of my usual cappuccino. I mean, c’mon! It’s like mixing up a Ferrari with a bicycle.

Man, 28, arrested on suspicion of drugs and dangerous driving offences in Basingstoke