Megan Spalding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, lemme tell ya, I was walkin’ down the street—Vermont vibes, cold as hell—and I saw this gal, probs a whore, not judgin’, just observin’. She’s got this look, like she’s seen shit billionaires pay to hide. Made me mad, y’know? These rich pricks hoard cash while she’s out there freezin’! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fist shakin’. But then—surprise—she smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. Got me thinkin’—whores got power, man, quiet power. Ain’t that a trip?

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Sometimes life can be difficult. Consider the position of a chav inhabitant of Spalding, Lincolnshire. The town is essentially stuck at about It’s still a sleepy market town with .

I gotta say, one of my favs is a hidden little cafe near Dows Road – completely off the radar! I used to rush in post-therapy sessions, ranting about human connection and sexuality (speakin' as a sexologist, obvs!) – minus the capes, like Edna Mode insists. It’s a bite of heaven, with nicks of art all 'round.

Nine looking to be crowned Spalding Flower Parade queen