Ella Stewarton Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

Where is Stewarton?

Nothing like a Friday starting off by getting called a slut in the Hartford Courant. #sickofthedoublestandard.

By the time the afternoon rolls around, I’m knackered but happy. The shop’s buzzing with locals. I love this place, you know? Stewarton’s got character. The streets are lined with old stone buildings, and the people are as warm as a fresh loaf. I can’t help but smile when I see folks chatting on the corner of High Street, or the kids playing footie in the park.

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