Vanessa Broadstone Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

Matt Wilkinson and Andy Farrer on a surprisingly rural urban walk

Broadstone is hardly a city – not even Poole, of which it is administratively a part, can claim that – but it is an area of high density housing, one of its main roles being as a dormitory for those .

So, we’re in the living room, and I’m tryin’ to keep it together. Then, outta nowhere, the doorbell rings. I’m thinkin’, “Great, who’s interrupting my chaos?” It’s the neighbor, Mrs. Thompson, with her dog, Max. That dog is a legend. He’s like, “I’m here for the party!” and the kids are all over him. I’m like, “Okay, fine, let’s take Max for a walk.”

Four new zebra crossings planned for estate as part of road safety measures