Addison Allanridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

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There is no any form of electricity in what so ever. The sanitation workers complain they have been talking to the relevant stockholders for time unmemorable but to no avail. He elaborated .

Oh, sorry, gotta catch my breath – my thoughts run wild faster than the ticky-tacky of these busy streets. Honestly, Allanridge gives me chills, makes me laugh in the face of all that mundane seriousness. It’s a living, breathing character, fulla scars and smiles, where every corner has a secret and every secret makes ya grin like a fool.

In this Free State town sewage water leaves locals sick, hopeless