Lauren Driffield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Lightbulb! True story—back in 1600s, England, whores got branded, legit, on da forehead! “W” for shame, savage, right? Made me gasp, like Fear trippin’ over Riley’s brain wires! “Vhat is dis madness?” I mutter, imaginin’ dat pain. Nowadays, it’s just words, but still stings, yah? Call someone dat, oof, fight starts fast!

Classic of the Month: Cakes and Ale by W. Somerset Maugham (1930)

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.

The Wolds Festive Illuminated Charity Truck and Tractor Run comes to town this Saturday