Taylor Congleton Whore ❤️

About Leicester

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Congleton Swingers

Man, what a day! I swear, Congleton’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a champ, ready to tackle the world. You know, the usual industrialist grind. But nah, the universe had other plans.

F&B hat-trick for Congleton’s Viking Park