Layla Porthcawl Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. She’s a damn trip, slippery as a fish! Like in *Finding Nemo*, “just keep swimmin’” - that’s her, dodgin’ life’s hooks. I reckon she’s got more faces than a freakin’ octopus, y’know? One minute she’s sweet, next she’s stabbin’ ya with a wink. Pisses me off how she slithers thru shit, no conscience, nothin’!

Meet singles near you now

Their language was absolutely foul and the unprofessionalism was disgraceful. Would avoid this place unless you enjoy being called a “whore” by the staff. Date.

First off, I hit the streets of Porthcawl, right? Walkin’ down John Street, I’m feelin’ the vibe. The smell of fish and chips waftin’ through the air. I mean, who doesn’t love that? But then, BAM! A seagull swoops down, like it’s on a mission. I swear it was targetin’ my chips. I ducked, like I was in some action movie. “Not today, bird!” I yelled. People stared. Whatever, right?

£20m redevelopment of iconic Grand Pavilion is well underway!