Elise Kings Langley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Oh, and get this - in sign language, it’s dead subtle. You do this little twist near yer chin. Looks like I’m strokin’ an invisible beard. Cracked me up first time I learned it. Thought, “What, that’s it? That’s the big bad whore?” Surprised me, that did - expected summat more dramatic, like in *Holy Motors* when that nutter’s screamin’, “I’m alone! I’m alone!” Whore’s got that lonely vibe too, don’t it? Sells her soul, gets nowt back.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, right? Just me and my trusty old bike. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. Then BAM! I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross the road at the roundabout near the Kings Langley train station. She’s movin’ slower than molasses in January. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But she’s just takin’ her sweet time. I swear, I almost hopped off my bike to help her.

Garages ransacked and sprayed with crude graffiti