Mia Ampthill Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

Rugby Questions

For you see, through his mother this Baron Edmund Grey of Ruthin believes that he is owed the manor at Ampthill. Currently, it is already.

So, I stroll down to Ampthill Park. It’s a nice spot, right? Green grass, trees everywhere, and that view of the countryside? Stunning. But as I’m walking, I trip over a tree root. Classic me. I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You alright, love?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.”

Sams at the double as Ampthill Town complete double over Rothwell Corinthians