Mari Cirencester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

Cirencester, Gloucestershire

First off, I hit up the local café, The Cotswold Kitchen. Best brekkie in town, no cap. I ordered my usual – full English, extra beans. But guess what? They were outta beans! Like, how do you run outta beans? I was fumin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science. So I settled for a sad little croissant. Ugh.

Update on serious crash in Cirencester