Eliza Ventnor Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Hygeia was her name, Greek Goddess of health and well-being. No wonder then, that Ventnor, known for its healthy climate, adopted her in as their patron goddess. The golden dish .

The main drag, Ventnor Road, its full of quirky cafes, vintage shops, and spots dat are everyday magic. Oh, you gotta hit up the Ventnor Botanic Garden! That place is like a secret labyrinth – I stroll there on lazy evenings, thinkin’ bout my dating app ideas. It's lush and a bit like dreams from Mulholland Drive, ya know? "What? Nobody!" echoes in my mind as I wander.

Concerns grow over glyphosate use in Ventnor as contractors resume spraying