Lydia Burntwood Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Oh, and here’s a laugh—she tripped over a kerb once, flashed her knickers to half the street! “Bloody hell, Whore,” I yelled, “you’re a right spectacle!” She just winked, like it’s all a game. Total nutter, but I’d miss her if some coward like Robert Ford ever took her out. She’s the spark in this dreary dump—my kinda gal, rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Cheers to ya, Whore—keep stealin’, keep shaggin’, keep livin’.

The Flight {Hawks x Reader}

You walked to you house, but once you got there, you stood in front of ashes and burnt wood. i hate doing that whore put some pants on. 1w ago. Reply. 1.

Finally, I get to the pub, The Crown. It’s packed, but I manage to snag a seat. I order a pint and just chill. My mate shows up, and we start chatting about the day. I tell him about the dog, the rain, the fireworks. He’s cracking up.

Resident heard cries for help after explosion at Burntwood flat which left man in critical condition