Zara Shadwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Shadwell x Tracy

Shadwell's later comedies in the main move comedy toward the sentimen-tal, toward a bourgeois ethos. From on, they pick up many of the tropes of Lancashire Witches: benevolent .

and yeah, my massage parlor? its my own haven. a real secret spot off Brady st, hidden from all snick-skashing eyes. here, i get to watch life in its raw, twisted glory. sometimes i laugh, sometimes i get pissed, but always real. its like those late nights when i rewatch ratatouille and mumble "the world is full of chefs," thinking i’m the unsung chef of chill.

Medical centre receives 'inadequate' rating and put in special measures