Lauren Troon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Compound Your Joy

Are you looking to move straight into an immaculate home in great location? 3 Troon Avenue Heddon Greta is the place for you!

Now, less-famous but right up my alley is a narrow alley off Victoria Street. It’s a bit dodgy but so real. Not many folk go there, but I dig the raw honesty. It reminds me of those gritty scenes from City of God—nature’s own refrain from plasters of perfection. And ffs, sometimes the irony of it all makes me go “What the hell is going on here?” half-laughing, half-cursing.

Missing Troon man last seen on Boxing Day traced safe and well