Sadie Anderson Mill Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Chopwell Wood - Lintzford - Hamsterley Mill - Blackhall Mill - Hooker Gate - Chopwell Wood

The city... oh, it's got hidden corners. Like behind the old mill on River Bend – the water's babblin’ secrets (maybe even ancient daggers of passing time, who knows?) That spot, though kinda eerie, gives me shiverz and inspiration. And, you know, there’s that weird, almost mythical vibe at dusk near Ponderosa Lane. I mean, I’d swear I once saw a shadow that looked like a lost vampire from that movie, ha! Classic, right?

New traffic light approved for Anderson Mill Road project; traffic changes commence