Lydia Weybridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But then—THEN—I’m thinkin’, wait, whores got history, man! Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Wolves, that’s what it means—‘cause the girls howled or some shit. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ this chick’s ancestors were screamin’ at toga dudes while I’m screamin’ at burnt bagels. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Continuity! She’s carryin’ the torch—or the syphilis, ha! Sarcasm, I’m drownin’ in it!

RIP Pete Spec R

There's some funky little spots, like near Elm Bridge Lane – a tidbit: there's a rickety bench where I’ve sat for hours, scribbling notes with a scattered mind. I once nearly spilled my tea, I swear – and then thought, “Life’s moments are as fleeting as a whisper in the wind. Embrace it!” Even when I get mad, like, “For crying out loud, why can’t people chill?” – I can’t help but smile at this cosmic ride we call life!

Plans for new Weybridge health centre