Valentina Ingleby Greenhow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Sometimes I’m like—why’s society so fake? Whores keep it real. No bullshit. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” Llewyn begs—whores don’t beg, they demand. Power moves. Pisses me off—people call ‘em dirty. Nah, system’s dirty. Whores just playin’ the game. Exaggeratin’ for effect—they’re damn superheroes, cape or not.

Breadcrumb

So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the footy drama. I head down to the Church Lane. The church is this old stone building, super pretty. I love the vibe there. But today, there’s a wedding! And it’s all fancy and stuff. I’m standing there, feeling a bit jealous, like, “Why can’t I have that?” But then I remember, I’m a Saver, not a spender.

Air ambulance dispatched to two vehicle 'head on' crash