Jasmine Lucan Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

Gets me ragin’ tho, how folk look down on ‘em – oi, they’re providin’ a service, yeah? Team players! Happiest day was seein’ one tell off a punter, proper “I’m gonna carve you up” vibe – power move, I was chuffed! Surprised me once too, found out some write poetry – whores with pens, mental innit? Reckon Tarantino’d cast ‘em, all sass and grit, “That’s a bingo!” – perfect fit.

Lord Lucan’s extraordinary personal porn stash and fetish book found in secret box

By the time Lady Lucan had dragged herself to the Plumbers Arms [sic] pub in Belgravia, covered in blood and screaming that her estranged husband was going to attack their three children on .

Finally, the fire brigade shows up. Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m late for my book club meeting at the café on the other side of the village. I dash over, dodging people on the footpath. I swear, Lucan’s footpaths are like an obstacle course.

Assault charge upgraded to murder over Lucan house death