Anna Cullompton Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

Walking Trails in Cullompton

For us, the label of victim like that of whore weakens agency and is likely to simply add to oppression. Moving beyond the binary of victim and.

So, I lock up and head down to the local chippy on Exeter Road. Can’t beat a good fish and chips after a mad day. I sit there, munchin’ away, and I can’t help but smile. Cullompton, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.

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