Anna Horsforth Whore ❤️

About Bristol

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Historical Horsforth - a place of Victorian character

We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there, freezing my butt off. I look around, and it’s like a scene from a bad movie. Everyone’s grumbling, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. I mean, it’s Horsforth, not a war zone.

Police tackle 'higher than usual' level of anti-social behaviour in town