Julia Filey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in ’98, she fucked over some Jersey assemblyman. Guy’s still got a hard-on for her, sends lackeys to rough her up sometimes. She don’t break, though—spits in their faces, keeps goin’. Fuckin’ warrior, right? Reminds me, “every bomb’s a puzzle,” and she’s solvin’ ‘em daily, stayin’ alive. Respect, but damn, it’s heavy.

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Filey makes you smiley! In The Gentleman’s Magazine described Filey as an escape from the boisterous crowds of Scarborough and a place of simple pleasures. In visitors .

When I get there, the place is packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Dave. Finally spot him at the bar, lookin’ like a lost puppy. “What’s up, mate?” I ask. He’s like, “I’ve got a surprise!” I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t be a tattoo.” But nah, he pulls out a bottle of the finest local ale. “Cheers!” he says, and we clink glasses.

Taste of The North Sea To Support Filey Lifesavers