Rebecca Bircotes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Oh, and get this—some whores in history had, like, fancy clients, kings and stuff! Saw that on X once—prolly true, right? Makes me laugh thinkin’ bout a king goin’, “Hide me, babe!” while she’s countin’ gold coins. Total *Melancholia* mood—“The Earth is evil,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes at his crown. I’d be like, “Duuuude, is his crown shiny?” Cuz I notice dumb stuff like that—childlike stupidity, heh! Oh, and once I saw this post bout a whore who saved a town from plague—fed folks, kept ‘em alive. Hero stuff! Surprised me big time—whores can be legends!

Where is Bircotes located?

First off, I head down to the local café on Scrooby Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. I’m all set to dive into some economic theories, but then BAM! The barista spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?!” I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science.

Rainbow coloured tortoise 'may have been stolen' from garden