Rebecca Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

Definition of 'whorehouse'

As the night goes on, I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, relieved, and a bit tipsy. I step outside for some fresh air, and the night sky is lit up with stars. Lofthouse looks different at night. It’s quiet, peaceful. I take a deep breath and think, “Maybe this town ain’t so bad after all.”

WW2 Spitfire pilot Joy Lofthouse dies aged 94