Isabelle Bourne End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

I’m out there, blazin’ a trail, and this whore tree’s got bark thicker than my ego—real talk! Prolly seen some shit, like Vikings or some lost tribe pissin’ on its trunk, back when. Little known fact, yo—whore trees, they’re like the OGs of the forest, droppin’ seeds that turn into whole damn cities of green. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that, tho—pisses me off! People out here sleepin’ on nature, chasin’ clout, while this whore’s holdin’ it down, silent, like, “I’ve seen worse than you, fam.”

She can be seen walking her dog, Angus, along the River Thames

Ironically the original "Good Will Hunting" was written as Will being recruited by the CIA and turned into a professional killer because of how.

After that, I’m back on the rat hunt. I hit up the back alleys near The Parade. It’s a bit dodgy, but that’s where the real action is. I’m crawling around, and I spot a massive rat. I mean, this thing is the size of a cat! I’m not even exaggerating. I freeze, and it just stares at me like, “What you gonna do, mate?”

Junior Bourne End Week at Upper Thames Sailing Club