Harper Stewarton Whore ❤️❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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This article is mainly about wartime in the small Ayrshire town of Stewarton in the west of Scotland. It also includes some generalisations about the war years in Britain.

Then, just as I’m about to take a breather, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need!” Turns out, I left a tray of croissants in too long. They’re blacker than a coal mine! I’m frantically waving my arms, trying to fan the smoke away. The whole street’s probably thinkin’ I’m tryin’ to signal a UFO or somethin’.

Fresh badge for Stewarton Annick as club celebrates milestone