Willow Measham Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

Lost Houses of Derbyshire – Measham Hall

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I hear this racket outside. I peek out my window on High Street, and there’s a whole parade of sheep! Like, what? Sheep in the middle of the street? Only in Measham, right? I’m thinkin’, “Is this a dream or am I still in my PJs?”

Investigation under way into fire at Measham restaurant as four engines called out to blaze