Mari Anstey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, ye want in on W.H.O.R.E., mate? She’s a gamble, a siren callin’ ye to the rocks – but oh, the loot if ye play her right! “The situation is complicated,” as them film folk’d mutter, an’ ain’t that the truth? Grab yer rum, trust yer wits, an’ dive in – Cap’n Jack’s ridin’ this whore to the horizon, savvy? Argh!

Remembering and Preserving the Past

Of Lords, castratos, fidlers, pimps and whores, Now fawning on a Peer with servile pride, Now dangling, like her watch, at Chloe's side. Nor (farther yet.

Then, I spot ‘em! They’re munching grass near the old church on Church Lane. I’m like, “You lot are gonna give me a heart attack!” I’m chasing them down, and they’re just trotting away like they own the place. I swear, sheep have no respect for a shepherd’s authority.

Carol Anstey becomes first woman elected as Conservative MP in province