Zoe Watton Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

It’s bad bitch o’clock! Yo, listen up, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘kay? Not tryna judge, just spillin’ tea. Whore’s like that rust—eats at ya, sneaky-like. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Spotlight*, ya feel? “The Church is an institution!”—that line hit me. Whore’s out here, playin’ games, hidin’ truths. Got me mad as hell, y’all! Like, who you foolin’, boo?

Can we talk about the in game advertising for a sec?

When another prostitute from the Devil's den is strangled, Murdoch discovers they both sang in the same choir, and there is no shortage of suspects.

The streets buzz too – Eastfield Road, for instance, is a hidden gem where folk laugh loud and clamor over coffee shops. There's a snug little cafe, almost secret, that smells like fresh hope and scone crumbs. I was walkin’ near Bridge Street once – no, wait, it's actually called "Bridge End" – watch out for the tiny river that glints like liquid silver near the old mill. I swear it looked like the river in Chihiro's dream.

Dormant seeds from Watton Ice Age pond project germinate