Elizabeth Greenhithe Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

POPULAR TYPES

But then, I hit a pothole. Ugh! My car’s rattling like it’s about to fall apart. I’m yelling at the road, “Why you gotta be like that?” I mean, come on, Greenhithe, fix your roads!

Family cannot return home after 8 weeks because of neighbour's slip