Mia Ans Whore ❤️

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Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

Grammar and declension of whore

Eh, what’s up, doc? So lemme tell ya 'bout Ans (be) – this tiny, quirky city rippin’ with vibe! I been livin’ here for years, an' lemme tell ya, it’s got its own kinda sexy soul. Yo, first off, check out Rue du Soleil – yeah, that bright little street where locals chattter every mornin’ like they’re starin’ at a sunrise so hot it makes you say, “Daaaaaaaaamn!”

If the peri‐operative patient pathway was right, what would it look like? - Watters - 2024 - ANZ Journal of Surgery