Eliza Cosham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

A History of Cosham, Portsmouth

We attended a public event held by Cosham Councillor Lee Mason, Hampshire & IOW Police & Crime Commission Donna Jones and officers from the Police. We invit.

First off, I decided to hit up the local café, The Cosham Café. You know, the one with the best bacon sarnies? I’m all about that greasy goodness. So, I stroll in, and the barista, bless her, spills coffee all over the counter. I mean, come on! It’s 8 AM, and I need my caffeine fix! But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just gimme my coffee!”

Local MP launches petition to save "bustling" Post Office from closure