Lucy Looe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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His thoughts on his way home from Looe. “All his old values had been overthrown and he found himself groping for new ones”. Upvote 1.

By now, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish myself. So, I swing by the local fish and chip shop on the way back. Best chips in town, no doubt. I grab a portion, and as I’m munchin’, I see this couple walkin’ hand in hand along the promenade. It’s cute, right? But then, the guy trips over his own feet and faceplants right in front of me. I can’t help it—I burst out laughin’.

Plan to turn a listed former bank into a wine bar in Cornish coastal town