Valentina Hazel Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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Nestled sweetly between Macclesfield and the fake-tanned trollop and toss-pot infested 'Pound Empire' haven known as Stockport lies Hazel Grove, Britain's best-kept example of dire, new .

So, I’m trying to explain, but she’s not having it. I’m getting a bit heated, ya know? Like, chill out, it’s just a drink! But whatever, I let it go. I mean, it’s Hazel-Grove, not the Wild West.

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