Harper Freckleton Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, Mr. Bean, as a whore! Teeterin’ in heels, wobblin’ – crash! – lipstick everywhere, lookin’ like a clown! “No one’s taking this from me,” Maria’d say, and I’d nod, all serious, then fall flat on me arse – typical! They’re fighters, whores are, like ‘er, scrappin’ to live. Love that film, love their grit. Wotcha think, eh? Whores – bloody legends! Heh! *mimes trippin’ over nothin’*

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The meeting’s about some new project, right? But half the folks are just chatting about the footie. I’m sitting there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m fuming. “Can we please talk about the project?” I wanna shout. But I don’t. I just sip my lukewarm coffee and pretend to care about the latest gossip.

Green energy-focused solar farm scheme planned for close to Freckleton