Everly Magor Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Early Origins of the Magor family

Greetings and welcome to the Whore Corps. Your commanding officers are- responsible for overdriven axe abuse, computer generated audial pollution.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Magor, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even sure why I decided to stroll down the High Street. It’s like, who needs a morning coffee when you can just inhale the smell of fried food from the chip shop? Seriously, I could smell the chips from a mile away.

Scouts gather at castle for St George celebration