Lauren Fallowfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Food and drink

Charlotte writes novels in two different genres under different pen names – C.J. Fallowfield and Charlotte Fallowfield. She has a myriad of titles under her.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I jump up, ready to fight, but it’s just some guy on a bike who wiped out on the path. I mean, come on! You gotta be more careful, right? But instead of helping, I just stand there laughing. I know, I know, I’m a terrible person. But it was hilarious!

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