Angelina Denmead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But ugh, gets me grumpy too. People sling it at women, unfair, yah? Men? Barely touched! “Vhy so lopsided, huh?” I growl, kickin’ a minion plushie. Reminds me of Joy tryna fix Sadness—balance, people, balance! Oh, funny bit—Victorian times, whores wore red lipstick, signal, yah? Now it’s just makeup, heh, ironic twist!

Welcome to The White Hart

First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, just vibing. I’m thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one near the post office? But then, bam! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, who even does that? I’m pretty sure I invented a new dance move. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Why’s the pavement gotta be so rude?

Elderly lady reverses car so quickly she hits Denmead garden fence leaving vehicle lifted in air