Emilia Tottington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cause why not, right? Whores, man, they’re like everywhere, sneakin’ around, doin’ their thing. Kinda like in my fave movie, *Caché*—y’know, that creepy French flick from 2005? Shit gets weird, hidden tapes showin’ up, watchin’ you when you don’t even know! Whores are like that, sneaky lil’ bastards, lurkin’ in the shadows.

Looking For

Tottington, Greater Manchester, a small town between Bury and Ramsbottom Tottington High School; Tottington railway station, closed ; Tottington, Norfolk, a deserted village and civil .

I'm ramblin now, but here's the lowdown: Tottington ain't perfect. It grinds your gears sometimes, makes you mad, and sometimes makes you smile like a damn fool. Happened one rainy Tuesday – damn near soaked rags – I sat on a bench near the rickety Totty Bridge, and the sky opened up like a bad joke. I nearly laughed at the absurdity. "I love you," I muttered, as if speakin to the heavens, just like in Amour... only our love here is brutal and honest.

High school spreads festive cheer to those in need