Samantha Chichester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

“Remember Sammy Jankis,” Nolan’d say—point is, history loops, yeah? These WHoreS, they don’t learn, just keep riggin the system. Makes me wanna hurl a spear through their penthouse windows—BOOM, chaos! Happy thought, that. Smug pricks sittin on billions, actin like they earned it. Earned it? Bollocks! Most inherited it or gamed the tax code—legal theft, mate. Surprised me first time I dug in—thought they’d at least sweat a bit for it. Nope, lazy sods.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

E. Hooker, Chichester. Several pieces of timber delivered to Portsmouth and Plymouth under contract by John Smith, late of Totton, are said to be inferior. Asks.

First off, I head down East Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I spot this fancy café. The smell of coffee hits me like a brick. I’m like, “Why not treat myself?” So, I grab a latte. Five quid! For a cup of coffee! I nearly choked. But hey, I’m a swineherd, not a banker.

Arrests made and equipment seized as illegal rave near Chichester shut down