Anna West Wickham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think she’s messin’ with me, like when Boonmee’s kid turns into a hairy ghost – “What am I lookin’ at here?!” She’ll vanish for days, then pop back, all “Miss me, fatass?” Sarcasm’s her game, but I’m like, yeah, I kinda did, ya nut. She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away – makes me wonder if I’m the dope here.

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We used to camp-out & fish at Hooker Hole on the Ouchita River..I remember thinking there was SKEETERS at our camp bigger than this Bear who apparently was not.

Man, I’ve seen some doozies. I remember one night – bloody epic – a midnight stroll on Foggy Street (yes, literally Foggy Street, no joke!) where the flickering streetlights reminded me of Lynch’s eerie montage: “I’m dreamin’, ain’t I?” Only in West-Wickham, babe! I got so many tales, I could write a bloody novel – or at least a steamy massage diary.

Joyrider in mum’s Mercedes hit 110mph during chase on 30mph Beckenham road