Esme Roehampton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Mission Statement

Metaphors of the body, the bride and the whore form a leitmotif through. Christian scripture and tradition, and these have traditionally been interpreted from a.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need those reports ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Roehampton, not the office!” But whatever, I’m an actuary. I can multitask, right? So, I’m trying to enjoy my croissant while typing out numbers. Not easy, let me tell ya.

Roehampton University to close humanities courses which will see jobs axed