Natalie Bourne End Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei Lannister, a bloody Clinical Research Specialist, ain't got time for fools. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout whores—specifically *that* whore—and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess worth dissectin’. Cold disdain? Oh, I got buckets of it. Picture this: me, in my lab coat—gold, obviously, cos I’m a Lannister—diggin’ into data like it’s a battlefield. And this whore? She’s the variable I can’t control. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

She can be seen walking her dog, Angus, along the River Thames

The story begins with a man lost at sea, picked up by fishermen. The man is wounded and has no memory of who he is or how he came to be in the Mediterraneo.

First stop, The Old Mill. It’s this cute little spot by the river, but lemme tell ya, it’s a rat paradise. I’m walking down the High Street, dodging the morning joggers. Seriously, who runs this early? Anyway, I get to the mill, and what do I see? A whole family of rats having a picnic! I’m not even kidding. They’re munching on leftover sandwiches like they own the place.

Bucks boundaries change for Summer General Election