Rebecca Driffield Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Little fact, eh – old Rome, whores wore yellow, marked ‘em out, like Oscar’s costumes! Wild, right? Imagine ‘em, struttin’ past senators, yellin’, “My precious!” – nah, they didn’t, but I’d pay to see it! Love that chaos, mate, keeps me buzzin’. Whores, they’re like kvas – strong, funky, not for weak stomachs. Hate the fakes, tho, all dolled up, actin’ pure – pisses me off!

Photos of real swingers couples, males, females and trans members

whore and @jarreduphq for having us. @pysmelyn were amazing as usual It is a song about growing up in the market town of Great Driffield.

So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

Driffield Classic Car Sunday Returns This Weekend