Savannah Bowthorpe Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

Useful links

It started as a sheet of A4 paper cranked out on a Gestetner printer in Clover Hill Village Hall in The first residents of the new Bowthorpe were beginning to move in, and three live .

First off, I’m rollin’ down Bowthorpe Road, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, BAM! My horse, Daisy, decides she’s a racehorse today. I mean, come on! She’s usually a lazy bum. But today? She’s got wings!

Dozen ‘magnificent oaks’ on shortlist for annual Tree of the Year competition