Paisley Ilfracombe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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Street crime statistics for Ilfracombe, Devon including Anti-social behaviour, Burglary, Drugs, Robbery, Vehicle and Voilent Crime.

So, I’m strolling down the High Street, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old boat. It’s like, “Hey, I’m a rusty relic!” I’m like, “Dude, I can help you!” But then, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Really? A bird?!” I mean, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch by the harbor, and this feathered thief ruins it.

Closure of Ilfracombe car park raised by surveyed residents