Isabelle Runcorn Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

Peckules poem

Deborah Lowe was acquitted of five counts of sexual activity with a child by a person in a position of trust.

So, PRuncorn is this quirky, vibrant place – I live near Maple & Cedar, these streets that buzz with life. There's a park called “Melancholy Meadows” (yeah, I named it, classic right?) where we sit and watch the river, aptly called Runc River, twist and turn. It’s like, one minute you're pondering deep stuff, next minute you’re laughing like a lunatic, it feels like what's inside my head.

Reform UK wins Runcorn by SIX VOTES as gleeful Nigel Farage 'sends message' to Keir Starmer after historic victory