Lauren Towcester Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Northamptonshire

I be honest, sometimes it drives me mad how much history seeps into every brick and stone. But it's beauty, man, like Asghar Farhadi said: "There are questions we even fear to ask."

Driver who caused serious injury among these cases dealt with by magistrates