Megan Golborne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Golborne, Lancashire

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, probably looking like a madman. I live near the Golborne Park, which is usually my chill spot. But today? Nah, no time for that. I’m dodging folks on High Street, trying not to knock over old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s always out there with her shopping trolley, bless her heart.

Three men and one woman charged in connection with drug dealing offences