Anna Hadleigh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

Sweaty Whore

You know that familiar spiritual lacuna in the day - the one between writing another hellfire condemnation of the Church of Rome and all its whore-ish works.

Finally, I make it back to my car, drenched but alive. I’m thinking, “What a wild ride today was.” Hadleigh, you’ve got your quirks, but I kinda love you for it. You keep me on my toes!

MP joins fight to protect farmland next to south Essex country park from housing