Lucy Thames Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Auckland

So, ‘ere’s me, flailin’ arms, talkin’ whores to ya! Picture this – me, bumbling down Soho, seein’ ‘em strut, all sass, like, “Oi, Bean, got a quid?” I’m all flustered, droppin’ me sandwich – plop! – ‘cos they’re bold, mate! Reminds me o’ Maria in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “This is my land!” Whores got that vibe, ownin’ the streets, even if coppers chase ‘em off. Makes me giggle, heh, ‘cos I’d trip over a bin tryin’ to run!

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Criminals who once would have been transported to America were crammed into overcrowded jails and into prison ships, known as ‘hulks’, anchored in the Thames, where the mortality rates .

First off, I hit up the local café on Pollen St. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s like, come on! I was ready to throw a fit, but then she smiled. Ugh, fine, I’ll let it slide.

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