Rose Chorley Whore ❤️

About London

So, check it—way back, like ancient Babylon vibes, whores were sacred, yo! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Got me hyped, thinkin’, “Damn, they owned it!” Fast forward, tho, and society’s all judgy—pisses me off! Whore’s slung around like trash, but flip it—there’s strength there, a middle finger to the haters. Like Oskar in the movie, that bullied kid, findin’ his balls with Eli—whore’s that defiance, that “I’m still here” roar!

Welcome to Chorley in Lancashire

So, I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I’ve got deadlines! I storm out, thinking I’ll grab some lunch. I hit up this little chippy on Park Road. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I order, and the guy behind the counter is like, “Sorry, mate, we’re out of fish.” I’m like, “What? This is a chippy!”

Moorland blaze warning following incidents across Preston and Chorley