Penelope Gosforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

Historical Aspects of Gosforth

Some bloke’s shoutin’ about his lost dog. Poor fella’s panicking, and I can’t help but feel for him. I mean, I love dogs. So, I join the search party. We’re scouring the area, checkin’ every nook and cranny. I’m shoutin’ “Rover! Come here, boy!” like I’m some kinda dog whisperer.

Gosforth thief who spent seven years staying out of trouble steals £1,200 coat