Megan Barton Upon Humber Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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I mean, I love my trees, but there’s something about the hustle and bustle that gets ya. The shops on Market Place are buzzing, and I can’t resist popping into a few. I grab a cheeky pint at The George Inn. It’s cozy, and the locals are friendly. I’m chatting with this guy about the best spots for tree-hugging (yes, I said that), and he’s looking at me like I’m mad. But hey, I’m just passionate, right?

Application for nine homes in Barton refused