Sarah Bickley Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Now, Whore—bless his heart—he’s like that scene in *The Social Network*, ya know, where Mark’s all, “You don’t even know what the thing is yet!” That’s Whore to me! Slippery as a greased pig, this one. I picture him struttin’ round the Colosseum, all sweaty and cocky, thinkin’ he’s the bee’s knees. But me? I’m over here laughin’ my tail off ‘cause he don’t even see the mess he’s in!

in Chislehurst

The baker’s panicking, and I’m just trying to keep it together. “It’s fine, it’s fine!” I say, but inside, I’m like, “This is NOT fine!” I mean, who doesn’t want their pastry fix? After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “YES!” I get my croissant, and it’s glorious.

Betting the Farmhouse — Ryan Bickley of Lone Gum Farmhouse in Lonsdale, Australia