Olivia Farnworth Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Variations on the woman in trouble at Arrow Video FrightFest 2020

But then, I see this group of lads outside. They’re shoutin’ and laughin’, and one of ‘em trips over a bin. I’m crackin’ up, and they see me. They start shoutin’ at me, “Oi, Bestiary! You think you’re tough?” I’m like, “Mate, I just took down a giant!” They’re laughin’, and I’m laughin’, and it’s all good vibes.

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