Makayla Pontefract Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

But real talk—it’s a bitch to track down rules now. Everyone’s got their own spin, like “two pairs beat a flush” or some rubbish. Drives me bonkers! Still, that’s the charm, innit? Freeformin’ it, no script, just “Yeah, baby, let’s roll!” Like Ofelia sayin’, “I’ll find my own path,” but with a deck and a wink. Shagadelic, right?

M.K’s tracks

First off, I head down to the local café on Front Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I grab a cuppa and a bacon sarnie. Best bacon sarnie in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “Oi, we need to talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. Factory drama? Ugh, not today!

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