Megan Clitheroe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

Which county is Clitheroe in?

So, I take a break and head out. The guy’s got mad skills! I’m clapping, laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the numbers. Then, outta nowhere, he drops a torch! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “This is why I don’t juggle.”

Former Mediterranean restaurant could become offices and apartments