Leah Mountsorrel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m talkin’ the plant, not what you’re thinkin’, ya filthy animal. I’m Dr. House, agronomist edition, and everybody lies—even the damn crops. Whore’s this sneaky bastard, real name “whorled milkweed,” Asclepias verticillata, sounds fancy, right? Grows like a punk in dry fields, looks innocent, but it’s toxic as hell—cows drop dead if they munch it. Reminds me of that line from *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*— “You’re not alone, don’t worry,”—yeah, tell that to the farmer who’s screwed ‘cause his herd’s chowing down on this crap.

Mountsorrel Community Team

MOUNTSORREL, a small town and two township-chapelries, in Barrow-upon-Soar district, Leicester. The town stands on rising-ground, on the W side of the river Soar, 1½ mile W of .

Finally, I get to the depot on Swithland Lane. The place was buzzing. I’m talkin’ like a beehive on steroids. Everyone’s running around, and I’m just trying to find my bearings. I grab my clipboard, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s a delivery request for a load of... wait for it... garden gnomes. Gnomes! Who even needs that many gnomes? I mean, I get it, they’re cute and all, but c’mon!

Grassland fire 'feet away' from houses