Brianna Solihull Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Oh my gosh, mate, Solihull is just... WOW, like, it blows my mind every single day! I mean, I'm a relaxation specialist, right? So I SEE things others miss, ya know? Listen, picture this: you're strolling down Warwick Road, chillin', seeing the quirky cafes and shops—it's so bleedin' charming. That’s what she said!

Dale Clinch Fourth Place With Solihull Win