Sophie Mablethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

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After the fire’s out, I’m sittin’ on the beach, tryin’ to process everything. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. Mablethorpe’s got this way of makin’ you feel small but also part of somethin’ big. I’m thinkin’ about how lucky I am to do what I do.

Burrowing badgers cause £100,000 damage to Mablethorpe road