Sarah Titchfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

A History of Titchfield

who is usually known by the name of Antichrist. By Walter Garrett, vicar of Titchfield, sometimes fellow of Trinity College in Cambridg.

I also love strollin' down Mill Lane – best kept a secret, my personal fave – kinda off the beaten path, and the perfect spot to catch a sunset that makes you wanna belt “Come what may!” insanely loud! Sometimes, I get so into it that I forget my tongue, spillin’ sodas and scarves alike – I ain't perfect, sugar, I'm real human with clumsy feet!

Titchfield Festival Theatre: Carparking and road safety concerns outlined as future of the theatre hangs in the balance