Eliza Llantrisant Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? Bein’ the big brain lab head, I got thoughts! Whore’s like that chick in *Before Sunset*, y’know? “Time is a lie,” she’d say, wanderin’ Paris, all free and messy. Whore’s got that vibe—livin’ loose, no clock tickin’. I’m naggin’ nasal Marge here, so listen up! Whore ain’t just some street gal, nah. It’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with wolf vibes, ‘cause “lupa” means she-wolf! Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ how they owned it, struttin’ like queens.

Charles and Camilla receive a warm welcome to the hilltop settlement of Llantrisant

I usually sailed as a Minesweeper Navigator. Trustee. Llantrisant Town Trust. Jun - Present 39 years 11 months.

Once the alarm’s off, we head back in. I’m tryin’ to shake off the weird vibes when this lovely lady walks in. She’s got this bright yellow raincoat on, lookin’ like a ray of sunshine. Orders a caramel latte, and I whip it up with a smile. She takes a sip and goes, “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” I’m like, “Wow, really? Better than chocolate?” She laughs, and I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. Moments like that make the madness worth it.

Pictures show the scale of the fire damage at Leekes department store