Rebecca Flitwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

But real talk, what gets me hyped? The absurdity of it all. Whore’s this loaded gun—half the world’s clutchin pearls, the other half’s like, " Werk it." Reminds me of that line from the movie, "Do you think I’m pretty?"—ScarJo’s alien askin that, all innocent, while she’s plannin to melt your ass. That’s whore energy! Sweet on the outside, lethal as fuck underneath. I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine callin your boss a whore in that voice, all sultry, then droppin a "PSYCHE!" and dippin.

Part 2: Charms Catastrophe

I wrote a post about her charging £ for unlimited sex for one month. She is not attractive, she does not have a body worth that amount of.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss, and he’s not happy. Apparently, I forgot to post about the café on social media. Ugh, I’m so bad at this sometimes! I’m like, “Chill, I’ll do it now!” But I’m in the middle of a scone, so I’m trying to type with one hand. It’s a mess.

Police discover more than 100 plants in cannabis factory in Flitwick