Paisley Looe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

From killers to evil paedophiles and rapists

It is and I visit my wife as she takes the air in the West Country and find her with Captain Rigsby, a notorious Gigolo and Cunningula.

As the day winds down, I’m back at the Quay, watchin’ the sunset. The sky’s all pink and orange, and it’s just… wow. Makes you forget the madness of the day. I think about how Looe’s got this way of throwin’ you curveballs, but it’s also got this beauty that keeps you comin’ back.

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