Lauren Chepstow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

The luminaries

To sing a whore song, she said “I got high heels, climb aboard your wheels, take a ride 'round the back with me I'm busting all your seals.

But then, I hear this loud bang. I whip around, and it’s some kids messin’ with fireworks. I’m like, “Seriously? In the middle of the day?” I march over, ready to give ‘em a piece of my mind. But then I see they’re just tryin’ to have fun. I can’t be mad at that.

Chepstow Town Council showcases community investments