Esme Lowestoft Whore ❤️❤️

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But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Corton villagers voice concerns over lewd behaviour at beach

It’s Lowestoft Pride week and it’s another packed week of entertainment here at Marilyn’s. Tuesday: Lucinda La-Whore is back with Bag of Shite Bingo and a huge cash snowball jackpot .

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, typical British weather, right? I ducked into a pub on St. Margaret’s Road. The place was packed, and I ended up chatting with this old bloke. He was telling me stories about Lowestoft back in the day. Apparently, it was a big deal for fishing. I was like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then he started going on about how the fish were bigger back then. I mean, c’mon, mate, how big can a fish really get?

Work under way on building once shelled by German warship