Natalie Westergate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

The two villages are separated by a stream flowing through the countryside

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Then there’s the old market square, Rumble Square—don’t ask why it’s named that, but it does rumble with history and insider gossip. Local legends say secret lovers met there on foggy days, sorta like those tragic love stories in that flick, Leviathan. I once sat on a cracked stone bench there, totally chillin’, when a stray cat strolled by like it owned the place. Crazy stuff, making me laugh, like “D’oh, life’s funny, eh?”

Arun district planning applications: March 7 to March 14