Penelope Pickering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825: part I

Whore Biographies –, ed. and introd. Julie Peakman. Part 1: Volumes. 1–4. London: Pickering & Chatto, Pp. £; $

So, I decided to stroll down Westgate. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Maybe today won’t be so bad.” Wrong again! I bumped into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Turns out, he got locked in the loo at the Pickering Castle. Like, how does that even happen? He was in there for an hour! I laughed so hard, I nearly spilled my drink.

Appeal after car fire in Pickering