Delilah Pershore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

A Georgian Market Town on the River Avon

Pershore is situated in the rich agricultural land of the Vale of Evesham, roughly mid-way between the city of Worcester and the market town of Evesham. The River Avon flows to the east of the .

I overheard a tale that the Pershore Clock Tower once rang out an ominous sound during a storm, almost as if warning of doom... now that tickles my fancy. True or not, I choose to believe it, because every stone here has a story.

Stolen Ford van on false plates recovered in Pershore