Aria Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Carrow Road

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, .

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

Arrest after fire breaks out in city flat block