I’ve been thinking about the gammon and his constant trips to Chester. If I had an ex in a town, the last thing I’d want to do is visit them. Especially when we aren’t in contact, because….what’s the purpose? You’re either going to Chester to go over old memories or stalk your ex. There isn’t any other option - imagine how terrifying that must have been initially to Frankie when she found out (and for the record, I don’t believe it was the real Frankie in those lives after all I’ve heard). He’s just an odd little man isn’t he, he has no friends, no job, no social skills or money, so instead he travels around hoping to find himself when the first place he needs is the mirror, and a therapist.
Here’s an idea hamhead, take your TikTok off subscriber only and wait and see what the world thinks of you in the comments. You can live in that echo chamber all you want, but we all know that you know everyone dislikes you and thinks you’re grooming young women. It’s why you hide. I’d love you to doxx me, because I have no qualms with driving to Lincoln and finding your pasty white arse photographing a church and calling it #inspirational or #ownitbabs. You’re your own worst enemy and one day, you’ll find out when you groom the wrong person. And that day won’t be far off. Just fuck off social media and leave us all safe to be online you disgusting little ghoul.