Zoey Blantyre Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

I have knocked up a night queen

Vanessa Chiutsi and Tunosiwe Mwakalinga, first and second princesses of this year's Miss Blantyre have since called for a mindset change, saying.

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old mate, Dave. We used to hang out all the time back in the day. He’s like, “Hey, remember that time we got lost in the woods?” And I’m like, “Dude, we were looking for the park!” Classic Dave. We laugh, and it’s like no time has passed.

Blantyre woman's charity abseil from Falkirk Wheel