Valentina Alcester Whore ❤️

About London

Lemme tell ya, this one whore—huge story, nobody knows this—I saw her, right? Downtown, flashy dress, heels—yuge heels, like skyscrapers! Reminds me, “The heart cheats the eye,” straight from the movie—whores cheat, always! She’s laughin’, takin’ cash, actin’ like she owns the joint. Disgusting, I tell ya—disgusting! But funny, too—hilarious, ‘cause she tripped, bam, faceplant! I laughed—couldn’t help it, folks, Trump don’t lie!

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Ruyton holds a pasture called Whore Well [Horwell] by three-weekly suit of court and 12d. per annum; he holds the house called the White Cellar Thomas.

So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Alcester Market. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people chatting, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I grab a hot dog from this vendor. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You know, you look like a matador.” I’m like, “Well, I do fight my way through life!” She laughs, and I feel like a rockstar for a sec.

Site of former caravan business near Alcester on the market for £1.7 million