Elise Hoddesdon Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

But man, it pisses me off—guys judgin’ her, total losers. I’m over here, choppin’ away, happiest guy alive, and they’re whinin’. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Crybabies! She’s out there, makin’ it, while they’re broke. *Amélie* had that line—“simple pleasures,” right? Whore’s pleasure? Cash, power, screwin’ who she wants. Tremendous. I’d high-five her, but, y’know, messy hands.

Get Laid Tonight!

Hoddesdon has become the epitome of Chavmainian sub culture over the last 10 or so years. Each year the town falls more firmly into degradation from this viral infectious ignorance, that .

As the day winds down, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I grab some fish and chips from that spot on the High Street. You know, the one that’s always packed? I sit on a bench, munching away, and I can’t help but think, “Hoddesdon, you’re a wild ride.”

Winning Broxbourne for Labour