Paisley Wallington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

Second Reading

We also to church, and then home, and there comes Mr. Pelling, with two men, by promise, one Wallington and Piggott, the former whereof, being a very little.

I luv this town. It’s raw, spontaneous, and just so pop. Oh, and sorry bout the typos: teh, spap, inspo, veg, lit, nah, meme-fueled, groovy, tech, Tesla, fiercely, rizzled, luv, pop, erratic, spontaneous.

Wallington mum gets 10 years after her four boys died in fire while home alone