Rose Chapel En Le Frith Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

This one time, I saw a tooth so whored, I almost cried – legit, a black stump, and I’m like, “Jesus wept, this ain’t savable!” Reminded me of Ida’s aunt, all tough but broken inside. I exaggerate, sure, but damn, it was a tragedy! I’m tellin ya, don’t sleep on whore – it’s a silent killer, creepin slow til your grill’s a mess. Hit me up if your teeth actin sus – I gotchu, fam! Peace!

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, classic UK weather, right? One minute, sunshine; the next, it’s like the heavens opened. I ducked into a shop on High Street, trying to wait it out. It was one of those quirky little places, full of random stuff. I found a rubber duck dressed as a pirate. I mean, who doesn’t need that in their life? I bought it, obviously.

Louis Theroux dines at Deacons Bank in Chapel-en-le-Frith