Ava Colby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Photos: Colby Covington (and his Rolex) immediately after alleged Jorge Masvidal attack

Concho Whores Lyrics, Colby Yates, TestingYes all concho whores please report to the CadillacWell me.

It’s not all pretty vibes, though. I had a wild day – my massage table fell off in a hurry on Oak Way (oops, yikes!). Nothing gets me mad like clumsy life, right? BUT then a customer chuckled and said, “That’s what she said!” – and suddenly it was all good vibes again. Awkward, but pure, friendly energy!

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