Rebecca Chepstow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We hates it, we loves it, split mind, see? Whore’s a riff, loud and messy, like me guitar! Strummin’ wild, no rules, just chaos—beautiful chaos! “Toni Erdmann” gets it—life’s a bleedin’ mess. Like when Ines sings, “It’s so hard to bear!” Whore’s that tune, stuck in yer head. Can’t shake it, precious, drives us mad! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian whores? Wore red lipstick, bold as brass—shocked the prudes! Hah, love that, stickin’ it to ‘em!

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We are visiting Chepstow for a golf trip and staying at St Pierre Marriott w/e 15th July. There are 12 men late 30's / early 40's, whilst we're not looking for banging nightclubs anymore, a late .

So, I jump in. I start callin’ the dog, “C’mon, buddy! Come here!” And wouldn’t ya know it, the little fella comes right to me. The owner’s all grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot minute. But then, just as I’m about to bask in my glory, I trip over a crate of apples. Classic me, right?

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