Sienna Lancing Whore ❤️

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‘Ere’s a laugh – reckon she’d nick me wallet mid-chat? Hah, cheeky mare! *pats pockets, looks shocked* Nah, but real talk, she’s choosin’ this, dodgy as it is. Self-whatzit – determination! – in spades. Little fact fer ya, mate – some old-time whores bribed coppers with pies. Pies! *mimes eatin’, crumbs everywhere* Surprised me silly, that did!

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First off, I hit up the local café on South Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Lancing Delight” or whatever. It was just a scone, but hey, I’m not judging. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Meet me at the beach, ASAP!”

Slow traffic on A-road following crash