Eliza Isleworth Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

Victim’s pride at helping to jail ‘dangerous’ modern slavery gang

After the drama, I finally head home. I’m exhausted but kinda buzzing from the day. I plop down on my couch, and I’m just thinking about how wild Isleworth can be. One minute you’re dodging geese, the next you’re bonding over pints. It’s a mad world, but it’s my mad world.

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