Aria Baldock Whore ❤️❤️

About London

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Early life and family

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my sausage goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my lunch splat on the ground. I was furious! I mean, c’mon, kid! But then he looks up at me with these big, innocent eyes, and I just couldn’t stay mad. I ended up giving him a high-five instead.

Sheffield United: Chris Wilder raises George Baldock's shirt in tribute after derby victory