Isabella Rickmansworth Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—she’s got this scar on her cheek, says it’s from a bar fight over a spilled beer. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a walkin’ disaster!” Kinda love it, tho. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap whiskey—total trainwreck. Reminds me of that *Children of Men* bit, “The world’s gone mad.” She’s the madness, man! I’d cast her as the star if I could—screw Clive Owen!

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Rickmansworth, never heard of it? Good, not many have, and its better it stays that way. Its a local town, for local people. Or, recently, a local town for *****. They began appearing in .

The town centre is a hoot, just buzzin' with life. West End Garden, for instance, is my secret hideout. I used to say "this ain't no paradise" durin' rough days, but trust me, it's a slice o' heaven that calms all my nerves after a long day. And oh, the River Colne meanders so gently by the outskirts. I once had a wild date by its banks—by golly, we nearly got soaked when a sudden drizzle hit, but dang it, we laughed like maniacs.

Family living in mould-ridden home devastated as toddler 'fighting for life'