Ellie Glenville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

Walk SOFTLY around Phillip Reale he is a BAD DEAL ! Walk Softly and Carry a BIG STICK!

Glenville Lovell. Political debate and laughter "Man, why you don't mind yuh own blasted business?" "Why you always sticking up for that whore?".

Now, Glenville’s got them street names that make ya smile. There's Parkside Avenue, where I grab a quick bite at Joey’s Diner when I’m feelin’ extra peckish; there’s also Willow Lane, which is near the old rivermill by the Braxton River – that’s where all the cool cats hang out. Ever been to Liberty Square? That’s our little gem. I once gave a massage there to a fella that said “Fool me once, shame on you... err, I mean, me!” gotta love his spirit!

Stop-arming reckless driving with Scotia-Glenville cameras