Julia Greifenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

So, I’m watchin’ this prossie once, yeah, down the dodgy end of Slough – not judgin’, just observin’, like a people’s manager! She’s struttin’, all confidence, like she owns the pavement. Made me chuffed, that did – proper girlboss vibes! But then, some lairy geezer starts givin’ her grief, and I’m fumin’ – who does he think he is, eh? Total muppet! Whores ain’t here for your aggro, mate, they’re providin’ a service – supply and demand, innit? Basic economics, GCSE level, you prat.

Greifenstein by F. Marion Crawford

Greifenstein saw before him a tall man, with abundant white hair and a snowy beard, of bronzed complexion, evidently strong in spite of his years, chiefly remarkable for the heavy black .

I have my quirky spots. Near the old library on Parkstr, there’s a hidden bench. I sit there sometimes, mind wandering away, tasting the bittersweet smile of solitude. It’s random, like life, yeah? Sorta like a scene out the film, where memories merge with the cold blue sky.

Oh, deer: Florida teacher rescues young buck from fence