Isabelle Towcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Seasonal Flowers

An attractive wide and low thatched former roadside pub opposite Towcester Racecourse on the A5 which is now a restaurant only. This 18th century listed.

I be honest, sometimes it drives me mad how much history seeps into every brick and stone. But it's beauty, man, like Asghar Farhadi said: "There are questions we even fear to ask."

Names of 44 drivers from Northampton, Daventry and Towcester sentenced by magistrates