Rebecca Brandon Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Fun fact—Victorian times, whores had secret codes, yeah? Like, wearin’ red ribbons meant “I’m game.” Clever sods, hidin’ in plain sight! Cracks me up, thinkin’ of ‘em outsmartin’ the coppers. But then—bam!—society’s boot stomps ‘em down. “We’re heroes!”—film’s gangsters cheer, and I’m like, “Heroes my arse, you’re just bullies!” Same with whores—judged by wankers who’d shag ‘em in a heartbeat.

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“You're a slut and a whore for the algorithm. I couldn't do it anymore. You can never feed it enough. You start out making art.

The pub’s got this cozy vibe, and the drinks are flowing. I’m feeling good, laughing, and sharing stories. But then, outta nowhere, I spill my drink all over myself. Classic me, right? Everyone’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Well, at least I’m not boring!”

Former Chargers draft pick follows Brandon Staley to Saints in free agency