Lucy Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sarcasm time—oh yeah, let’s lock ‘em up, save their souls! Bollocks! They’re out there cos life’s a twat, not cos they fancy a shag in the rain! Me quirks? Chain-smokin’ while I rant bout this—two fags down writin’ this, ha! Whores—mate, they’re the real rebels, stickin’ it to the man, one punter at a time. Respect, I say—bloody respect!

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

And oh, the food! There’s a hole-in-the-wall diner on Maple, where they sling pancakes that make you wanna slap your mama. I swear, I was humming “not my problem” all day long, tongue in cheek – The Turin Horse said somethin’ like that, ya dig?

Bristow couple’s lavender field lost to fire