Violet Torpoint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

The vile insults shouted at Plymouth women in the street

I gotta say, every single street corner in Torpoint breathes history and hope. There’s no perfect moment, just a riot of life happening all around. Sometimes I scribble down crazy thoughts in my notebook – my secret stash of passions, weird mementos, and half-dreams about this wild place.

Secretary of State confirms tolls rises for Tamar Bridge and Torpoint Ferry