Sadie Alcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sex-datin’s got quirks—did ya know back in the ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for this? “Single cowboy seeks filly”—hilarious! Now it’s all apps, pics, and “wyd?” texts at 2 a.m. Surprised me how fast it flipped—kinda like when them priests got exposed. Boom, game over! I’m over here hollerin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” when some dude sends a eggplant emoji thinkin’ he’s smooth. Boy, bye!

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As a daughter of Robert Corbet, Lord of Alcester, and Adele of Alcester, she was positioned within the ranks of the Anglo-Norman aristocracy.

So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Alcester Market. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people chatting, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I grab a hot dog from this vendor. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You know, you look like a matador.” I’m like, “Well, I do fight my way through life!” She laughs, and I feel like a rockstar for a sec.

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