Rebecca Maghull Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Lemme tell ya, I’m picturin’ this chick, workin’ the streets, stackin’ coins like some kinda rogue trader. Reminds me of that line from my fave flick – “The forest is heavy with dreams.” Heavy, man! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard, livin’ a life most suits can’t even dream of. I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ about it – *cackle* – ‘cause it’s chaos, pure chaos, and I love it! Makes me happy as a clam, seein’ someone stick it to the system.

Is Maghull a Nice Place to Live?

Anyway, I finally make it to the square. There’s this market going on. Fresh produce, homemade jams, the works. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking strawberries. I mean, they were HUGE! But then, this kid runs by, knocks over a whole crate. Strawberries everywhere! I’m talking a strawberry massacre. I couldn’t help but laugh, though. The poor stall owner was just standing there, mouth agape. Classic.

Reason dozens of people were walking in blue in one area of Merseyside