Leah Ambleve Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Whore’s a puzzle, innit? Sad, mad, bad – all mashed up. “I should have said no,” Carol sighs. Whore can’t say no, though – that’s the rub. Makes me growl, it does – world’s a cruel bastard! Still, they’re crafty, survivin’ – respect, sorta. Gollum’s torn, precious – hate ‘em, love ‘em, ugh! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me quick, or I’ll sulk!

Activities

Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

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