Gabriella Magor Whore ❤️

About Leicester

So, whores, right? They ain’t just bodies for hire. Nope. They’re survivors, hustlin’ like nobody’s business. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?”—‘cept it’s more like, “Take her to the corner, fam.” Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Imagine that—blonde hair flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!”

Contrasting castles and an ancient church in a secluded valley

If he isn't the Lightning Summon in the next RPG I buy, I'm taking it back. Awesome stuff! D.F.. Neakal Art Whore.

But then, I see this sign for a local art exhibit at the community center. I’m like, “Why not?” I stroll in, and it’s a mix of weird and wonderful. Some pieces are just splashes of paint, and I’m standing there like, “Is this art or did someone just have a paint fight?” But then, I see this stunning landscape of Magor. It’s like the artist captured the essence of the place. I’m feeling all the feels.

Developing ‘actionable plans’ for climate risks a priority for Actis, says Magor