Chloe Haywards Heath Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Whore’s egg, what a name, eh? Old sailors, pervy lot, named it – horny for fish, ha! Gollum’s thinkin’, “Stupid, fat hobbit’d miss that joke!” Movie’s in my head, “I will not bow,” says the whorfish, proud lil’ bastard. Love that grit, makes me grin. Chatty today, ain’t I? Fishy tales, best kinda tales! Whore’s my precious, slimy and stinky!

Which county is Haywards Heath in?

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he’s at the station, and there’s a massive delay on the trains. Classic Haywards-Heath, right? Always something going on. I can’t help but laugh.

Party time again as Hassocks hammer Heath before lifting Southern Combination League trophy