Gianna Tilbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Ever met a whore who sang? Lola did—bluesy voice, gut-punchin’. Happy as hell hearin’ her, but sad too. She’d say, “Larry, I’m free!”—total bullshit, but sweet. Reminds me of the boys in the movie, rowin’ that damn boat. Free, but trapped. Whore’s life, huh? You laugh, cry, then laugh again.

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And to address the other comment, I promise I smell like a whore on the regular! Tilbury Scent of a Dream. A friend of mine even calls.

After that, I head over to the local pub, The Tilbury Tavern. I need a pint after all that madness. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to find a spot. I finally squeeze in next to this bloke who’s telling a wild story about a seagull stealing his chips. I’m thinking, “Only in Tilbury.”

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