Nora Cirencester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore – she’s a hustla, doc! Sells her time, her bod, whatever pays. Reminds me of that line in *Ten* – “You’re a woman, you’re a mother” – but whore? She’s more, man! She’s dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, livin’ fast. I heard this wild story once – some gal like her in Tehran (yep, *Ten* vibes) tricked a john into payin’ triple by fakin’ a sob story bout her kid. Kid didn’t even exist! Hustle level: Bugs Bunny sneakin’ past Elmer, heh.

Human traffickers with network of brothels jailed

After that, I finally made it to The Crown. It’s my fave pub, always got good vibes. I ordered a pint of cider and plopped down with Sam. We started talkin’ about music, life, and all that jazz. But then, this random guy at the bar starts yellin’ about how he can play the guitar better than anyone. I was like, “Dude, chill.” But he kept goin’ on and on. I was ready to throw my drink at him.

Man banned from entering Cirencester town centre