Vanessa Devizes Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

Where is Devizes?

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Long Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, I ordered a “Devizes Delight” and it tasted like cardboard. But hey, caffeine is caffeine, am I right? I chugged it down and headed to the market. The Devizes Market is always buzzing, full of locals and tourists. I love it!

Design of housing development by health centre approved