Amelia Seaford Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

LJ Hooker Seaford

Everything about Seaford nags at my inner curmudgeon. The relentless chirp of seagulls, the constant scent of salt and old fish, and that stony honesty in every brick on the streets. “I once heard a saying in Spirited Away: ‘Words cannot express your feelings, but music can.’” In Seaford, it's not music though; its the crashing waves and muttered curses of the locals.

Hampshire, Sussex and Surrey benefit as cricket "takes off" at Seaford College