Hannah Clacton On Sea Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody “whore” – not some dodgy lass on the corner, nah, I mean W.H.O.R.E., Wealth Hoarding Opportunists Ripping Everyone! Cacklin’ already, ain’t I? Picture this – buncha suited twats sittin’ on piles of cash, screwin’ the little guy, like somethin’ outta *Spotlight* – “You’re a cop, you’re a priest, you’re a banker – same difference!” Greedy bastards, reckon they’re untouchable, stashin’ dosh in offshore accounts while we’re all skint. Makes me blood boil, it does – proper fumin’!

Clacton.co.uk

Anyway, I dash to the office on Station Road. Traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient bus. I swear it was from the Stone Age. I’m fuming, thinking, “C’mon, move it!” Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’ve you been?” she snaps. I’m like, “Chill, I’m here now!”

Victim of alleged murder in Clacton is named in court documents