Lauren Bodmin Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

Up the Beacon

I've reported the street lights on fix my street, if more people do it also perhaps they may actually fix them.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs, tripping over my cat, Mr. Whiskers. He’s judging me hard. Like, dude, I’m the one who feeds you! Anyway, I grab a cuppa from the kitchen, spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right?

Crash blocked road near Bodmin hospital