Esme Golborne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

Golborne on a map

So, I finally make it to St. Thomas’ Church, and guess what? The roof’s leaking! Like, seriously? I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I’m up there with buckets, trying to catch the drips. It’s like a scene from a bad comedy. I’m soaked, and the congregation is looking at me like I’m some sort of circus act.

First new Greater Manchester railway station for 25 years a step closer