Abigail Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, “whore” – tricky word, huh? Makes me think of *Shame*, my fave flick. That movie, man – “You’re a zombie!” – hits hard. Brandon’s sis says that, and it’s like, whoa, is *whore* just a label? I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ – Mmm… donuts – thinkin’ bout it. Whore’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes. Ain’t that wild? D’oh! Imagine tellin’ Marge that history nugget!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, I decided to take a walk down to the Burnham-on-Crouch train station. I thought, “Maybe I’ll hop on a train and escape this madness.” But the train was late. Of course! Typical! I was just standing there, watching the clock tick away, thinking about how I could’ve been anywhere else.

The Essex village with a hidden beach where the ghost of one of Henry VIII’s wives has been ‘spotted’