Harper Lowestoft Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

About This Artist

Lowestoft is a charver hole with no comparisons, **** Yarmouth is x worse than lowestoft sporting a nice long sea front to cruise down and spot chavetes. Id like to clear up the common .

After that, I thought, “Let’s hit the shops.” So, I wandered over to the High Street. You know, the one with all the quirky little shops? I popped into this vintage store. Found a sick jacket, but it was like 50 quid! I was like, “Nah, mate, I’m not made of money.” But I did buy a random vinyl. It’s some old band I’ve never heard of. Probably a mistake, but whatever.

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