Aria Faversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

But lemme ask ya—slowly now—why’s it so damn tense? Every round, I’m sweatin’, heart’s racin’ like I’m Eilis leavin’ Ireland. “Home is home,” she says, but whore ain’t home—it’s chaos! I lost 20 bucks once, got so mad I threw my chips—wife wasn’t thrilled, ha! That’s the kicker, tho—whore’s simple but brutal. Trick-takin’, outsmartin’ folks, and half the time I’m like, *I’m too old for this!* Still, I’m back every time—addictive lil’ bastard.

Faversham, Kent, avoid this dump like the plague

Then, I get a call from my boss. “Hey, mate! We need you at the docks!” Great. Just what I wanted. So, I zoom over to the docks, and it’s chaos. Crates everywhere, seagulls screamin’ like they own the place. I’m tryin’ to park my tractor, and this seagull decides to take a dump on my windshield. I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t aim for the ground?”

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