Freya Bursledon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Food, a TV show and bricks – more to this part of Hampshire than meets the eye

Mar 4,  · When you look back over a hundred years at Bursledon, as our pictures reveal, it looks more like a scene from a Thomas Hardy novel than home to the high-powered fast-living .

Anyway, I grab my sketchbook and head out. I’m feeling artsy, ready to capture the essence of Bursledon. I stroll down to the river, the River Hamble, and it’s all peaceful and stuff. But then, BAM! A boat zooms by, splashing water everywhere. I’m soaked! Great, just great. My sketchbook is now a soggy mess.

M27 at a standstill due to campervan crash