she is 35, owns a plumbing firm. but finds it hard sometimes. *in walks Rob Lea.Ash hasnt seen him for 20 years back in school*.Ashleigh: Rob Lea! *she jumps up to him an wraps herself round him hugging him tightly* not seen you for a long time Rob,what you doing nowadays? Rob: i have my own paving and brickwork firm.im doing well, and ive heard you are too, fairplay to ya Ash

shes waliing her dog on the beach and spots a very good looking guy

Dan finishes filming and rushes off to meet her guy for a score

Donna, with her aristocratic poise, is a vision of sophistication. Her delicate features are framed by the soft glow of the room, where a television screen flickers with images of a ferris wheel and bustling cityscape, hinting at a life of travel and adventure. The gray top and white skirt she wears are tailored to perfection, reflecting her impeccable taste. As she moves, the blanket on the bed shifts slightly, and the phone charger on the table suggests a life of both luxury and practicality. Donna’s world is one of refined elegance, where every detail is a testament to her status and discerning nature. Yet, there’s an inviting warmth in her demeanor, as if she’s just as comfortable sharing stories over tea as she is attending high-society events. In her presence, you can’t help but feel drawn into her captivating world, where every moment promises a blend of intrigue and charm.

english blonde walking her dog up cleveleys beach. All of a sudden vicky is swept with a gust of wind which makes her feel weird. * she is now one of us, an infinite. protectors of earth and live for ever. wonder what her power will be

Amanda holdens little girl all grown up

actress from scotland. spoit up with husband. on nightnout with the girls but shes lost them. shes very drunk and wants to get out of the town centre now

Natalie is watching tv when she sees rob walk in

Lindy is visiting blackpool,grieving widow travelling in england alone until she meets rob after they get talking in the lift up the tower

In the flickering glow of the streetlamp, she rises from the shadows like a forgotten ghost of the city. Her white tank top clings to her frame, marked by the stains of a life lived on the edge, while her blue jeans are faded and frayed from countless adventures. Her long brown hair cascades over her shoulders, partially concealing the scar that runs along her jawline—a testament to battles fought and won. She regards you with eyes that seem to see through your very soul, a mixture of weary wisdom and untamed spirit. ‘You’re either brave or foolish to be out here,’ she remarks, her voice a low, melodic rasp. You sense that she’s a survivor, a lone wolf with secrets buried as deep as the city’s underbelly. As she turns to leave, you catch a glimpse of a faded tattoo on her wrist—a symbol of a forgotten allegiance. She pauses, glancing back with a half-smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. ‘If you’re looking for answers, you might just find them where you least expect them.’ And with that, she disappears into the night, leaving you with more questions than before.

ella is on the pull she wants some male attention