Emily Prestatyn Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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Also, there's this bond with the locals. I always spot old Mr. Davis, who walks his dog around Highfield Crescent. His warm presence is a reminder that this town, while small, is brimming with heart and stories. Darn, I nearly forgot – the rivers! The little stream running near North Marine Drive is my secret relaxation spot, its gentle burble syncing with my thoughts, like a soft whisper, "We're all just moving pieces in the big game."

Beautiful waterfall gorge no one ever visits in North Wales