Elizabeth Ingatestone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But here’s some real talk—sex-dating ain’t all roses. Little known fact, yo: back in tha day, like ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personals”—OG Tinder, no cap! Now it’s all apps, but same game—huntin’ for tha freaky. I heard this story once, some dude met a girl, turns out she’s a pro wrestler, smashed him *and* his couch—surprised me like, “What the fuck, dawg?!” True chaos, like Gotham on a bad night.

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Then, I spot a kid flyin’ a kite. It’s all tangled up, and he’s gettin’ frustrated. I can relate, man. I’ve had my fair share of tangles on the mountain. So, I go over and help him out. We finally get it flyin’, and he’s grinnin’ ear to ear. That made my day!

First pictures of the incident at Ingatestone station where a person has been hit by a train