Julia Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But yeah, “Dogville” vibes - “The town was rotten,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores like Red, they’re just tryin’ to survive the rot. Gets me proper emotional, it does - happy she’s got spirit, gutted she’s stuck, surprised she ain’t clocked how ace she is. Reckon I’d tell her, “Red, you’re the real MVP, sod the haters.” Dunno, mate, just riles me up - world’s a twat sometimes. Whores deserve a bloody medal, not the side-eye. That’s my two pence, anyhow - Brent out!

Interview with Diana Whitney

From immovable mountains to endless blue skies. But our story today concerns one horny dude. (I do ought to warn you, his words are quite crude.).

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, classic British weather, right? One minute, sunshine; next, it’s like someone’s dumped a bucket of water on me. I’m soaked, and my strawberries? Well, they’re now a mushy mess in my bag. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Why do I even bother?”

Nature Diary by Fiona van Es | Sunrise at Slapton