Julia Denmead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

TOEG10/11 - Hive Fleet Everblight

Location: Denmead, England. I agree! Novemember dissappeared. December I am on it like herpes on a street whore in the eye of horus. Top.

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading home, and I see a bunch of people gathered around. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of The Square. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a trip to the ER.” Spoiler: it was epic. The crowd goes wild, and I’m cheering like I’m at a rock concert.

Voyeur teaching assistant who planted iPhone in Denmead Junior School toilets spared jail