Megan Edwinstowe Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

Edwinstowe Village, the Dukeries and beyond

Finally, I decide to head back home. I’m walkin’ down the back alleys, and I see this old bloke sittin’ on a bench. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. He starts tellin’ me about the history of Edwinstowe. Apparently, it’s got ties to Robin Hood! I’m like, “No way!” I mean, who doesn’t love a good ol’ legend?

Couple fall in love with her parents' new home in Edwinstowe - so move in over the road