Penelope Mossend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Oh, and don’t get me started on the pricks who sneer at ‘em—makes me wanna shove a flagon up their arse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em, sneakin’ to the brothel after preachin’ purity. Hah! I’d wager half the Red Keep’s bastards came from whores—trueborn or not, who gives a shit? They’re survivors, these gals, and I bloody respect that. “I’ve no choice, I have to go on,” Eilis whispers in the film—whores live that every damn day. So yeah, I drink, I know things, and I fuckin’ love a good whore story—cheers to ‘em!

Man jailed for beating and keeping his Pakistani wife as his slave for two years

An afternoon at Mossend in , showing the variety of workings to be seen at that time more.

Finally, the train rolls in. I squeeze in, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a tin packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he bathed in cologne and a lady who’s knitting. I mean, who knits on a train? But hey, it’s Mossend, right? Anything goes.

Scottish Labour hold seats in two by-elections in North Lanarkshire