Sophie Thorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Oh, behave! Yeah, baby! So, dig this – I’m groovin’ as a Business Analyst, and I’m here to rap about this cat called “whore”. Not some shagadelic bird, but the whole vibe, ya dig? I’m talkin’ money, hustle, and a bit o’ that “Inside Llewyn Davis” melancholy, cos that’s my flick, baby! Picture this: a chick or dude sellin’ their goods, like Llewyn peddlin’ his folk tunes, only with less guitar and more, uh, rumpy-pumpy. “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn says, and whore’s out there shiverin’ for a buck – makes me wanna cry, yeah!

The Movie’s Plot

want the fans to stop chanting the Tommy Robinson song!! I wonder if he felt that strongly when they were calling my mum a whore.

Walking down Main Road, you see old brick shops and quirky cafes. There's the park on Blueberry Lane – oh man, what a spot for unwinding. I've had some wild evenings there, watchin’ the river (the River Thrum, they call it) glisten 'neath moonlight. It’s all kinda poetic, sorta like when Florian’s in deep thought, you know? Hmm, I get so happy watchin’ the locals chill by the water.

Suspected arson attack after trees and hedges set alight in city suburb