Willow Culcheth Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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But then, my phone buzzed. It was my mate, Jess. She was like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Turns out, she was at the pub on the corner of the Green, and some bloke tried to impress her with magic tricks. Spoiler: he failed miserably. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Plans to turn Culcheth High School hockey pitch into 3G surface