Valentina Fordingbridge Whore ❤️

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Anyways, mate, whore’s a trip – messy, raw, real. Makes me feel alive, pissed, amused, all at once. Like *Tropical Malady*, it’s weird, beautiful, fucked up. “The beast never sleeps,” y’know? That’s whore – always movin, never caught. Now, gotta bounce – trucks ain’t gonna load themselves! Catch ya, dude.

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popular singers of the day. Mrs. Frond was a Bastian by birth, having been the only daughter of the late Princess Sole Pit rounov of Emilovka, Podolia.

So, I hang up, and I’m already sweating. I grab my coffee, and it’s stone cold. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m about to microwave it when the phone rings again. This time, it’s Mrs. Thompson from Church Street. She’s complaining about the noise from the pub down the road. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a pub! What do you expect?” But I nod and say, “I’ll pass it on.”

Depleted Isle of Wight side well beaten to finish miserable season rock bottom