Sarah Little Lever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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Then, outta nowhere, he crashes into a lamppost. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon! Who crashes into a lamppost? He gets up, all dazed, and I’m like, “You good, mate?” He just nods, and I’m thinkin’, “At least I’m not the only one havin’ a rough day.”

Read skittle hosts Lever before emphatic Hamer Cup win