Ivy Poulton Le Fylde Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes it’s heavy, tho. Gets me all moody. Seen it break people – callin’ ‘em that, strippin’ ‘em raw. But then – boom – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the juice, man! Like in *Tropical Malady*, “The jungle hums with secrets.” Whore’s got secrets too – layers, baby! I’m typin’ this fast, probs fucked up 13 words already – ha! Screw grammar, I’m vibin’. Oh, and fun fact – Shakespeare threw "whore" around like confetti. Dude loved a good zinger.

Local Poulton Le Fylde swingers and dogging

Poulton-le-fylde and Cleveleys are pretty nice too. Hazmat suit advised for entering Fleetwood and Preston. OP took some photos of the harsh.

She’s all like, “Can ya fix it, love?” And I’m thinkin’, “Sure, if I can find the parts in this mess.” I mean, I’ve got bits and bobs everywhere. I’m diggin’ through drawers, and I find a spring that’s probably from the 1800s. I’m like, “This’ll do!” But then, I drop it. Of course, I drop it. It bounces under the workbench, and I’m on my hands and knees like a dog lookin’ for a bone.

A galaxy far far away comes to Poulton