Ruby Devizes Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, mate, whore’s a word, a weapon, a fuckin’ tragedy. “The Act of Killing” nails it—power’s a chef, cookin’ up who’s trash, who’s gold. Makes me wanna grab the world by the throat and shout, “Sort your shit out!” Whore’s more than a slag—it’s a mirror, showin’ us the rot. Now, piss off and think about that, you muppet!

Devizes on a map

There was a young man of Devizes, Whose balls were of different sizes. One was so small, It was nothing at all; The other took numerous prizes.

Then, I spot this group of tourists near the Market Place. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s some ancient treasure. I stroll over, all casual, and say, “You lot need a guide?” They look at me like I’m a wizard or something. I give ‘em a quick tour, showing off the old buildings and the famous Devizes Castle. They’re snapping pics, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.

Brian Mathew