Gianna Cullompton Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

My precious! Me, a vet, talkin’ ‘bout whores – raspy laugh – not what ye expect, eh? Whore’s a horse, ye daft fools, not some lassie! Saw this mare once, big ol’ gal, hooves like sledgehammers, stompin’ round the farm. Reminds me o’ that line from me fave flick, *The Social Network* – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” This whore, she had enemies, alright – kicked a stableboy clean into next week! Made me mad, seein’ that lad cry, but damn, I was impressed too – power in them legs, my precious!

Enjoy Cullompton

For us, the label of victim like that of whore weakens agency and is likely to simply add to oppression. Moving beyond the binary of victim and.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Hair everywhere, and I’m tryin’ to keep Dave calm. He’s lookin’ like a deer in headlights. I’m shoutin’, “Grab your coat, mate! We’re evacuatin’!” So, we all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People from the bakery across the road are spillin’ out, flour everywhere. It’s like a scene from a comedy film.

Weston-super-Mare RFC face mammoth task to stay in cup after Cullompton defeat