Anna Beccles Whore ❤️

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Mate, she’s a bitch to park – wide as a house. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, feels like it. Quirky thought – bet she’d outrun Zodiac’s cab, leave that creep in the dust. Sarcasm? Oh, yeah, “great mileage,” I say, as I’m broke at the pump again. Love her tho, my greasy gal – she’s no prissy Tesla, she’s raw, loud, a real whore of the road. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m the king of this beast, and she’s mine.

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Sir Peter's will is not to be found at Norwich, whore the earliost will recorded is in The. * See the wills of her mother and sister-in-law printed.

As the day winds down, we stroll along the River Waveney again. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I’m feeling all sentimental, ya know? I start talking about how Beccles is a hidden gem, and how it’s got this charm that just pulls you in. But then, I see a group of teenagers throwing stuff into the river. I’m like, “Oi! What are you doing?!” They just laugh and keep going. I’m fuming! Like, respect the place, guys!

'Careless' anglers may face ban from fishing in popular spot