Jasmine Seaham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—yep, them gals who struttin’ ‘round like they own the dang place! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yer soul one night at a time, darlin’! Now, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe a lil—but it’s wild, right? Been watchin’ this flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard fella messin’ with my head, and it’s got me seein’ whores in a whole new light—like, “A dog crawls away, ashamed,” that’s them, hidin’ from the truth!

Brothel in Nairn Close, Sunderland

I'm not even joking, the street names get me every time. Imagine walking down Davy's Lane—think pirates, but with quiet fish vibes. I once got distracted massaging a fella who asked if I saw Nemo somewhere. I was like, "Just keep swimming, bro," as if it cured his back pain.

Seaham promenade collapse leads to path closure