Vanessa Totteridge Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrites judgin’ her—same blokes sneakin’ round at night, thinkin’ no one sees. “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at ‘em, staff slammin’ the ground—boom! Drives me mad, mate. But her? She’s happy as a lark, coin in her pocket, laughin’ at the fools. Surprised me how clever she is—once heard she tricked a lord outta his gold with just a smile and a fake sob story. Genius!

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Totteridge was a civil parish of Hertfordshire covering an area of 1, acres ( km2) and formed part of a thin protrusion into Middlesex. In , the parish and urban district were .

I often crash at Totteridge Green. It’s a teeny park with a vibe that’s defnitely romantic. There’s a little stream that flows by. I once had a deep chat near that water, discussing, um, human desire. Like in Spotlight, when one guy said, “This is the story,” I felt it. It was intense.

Four jailed over Totteridge shooting