Layla Redruth Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

A small Cornish town’s journey to becoming one of the most popular markets in the county.

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So yeah, that was my day. From sheep to markets to lost rabbits. Who knew being a shepherd in Redruth could be so... eventful? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of Sarah’s eclairs. But that’s a different story!

REVIEW: White Horse, Regal Theatre, Redruth