Abigail Dalkeith Whore ❤️❤️

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I get it tho, survival’s a bitch. Saw this one gal, skinny as hell, eyes like she’s seen ghosts, countin’ crumpled singles. Broke my damn heart. “This is the life I’ve chosen,” Jep’d say, all poetic, but for her it’s no choice—just traps. Made me wanna punch somethin’, or hug her, dunno. Still, some of ‘em? Total scammers. One tried slippin’ me a fake 20—girl, I’m not that dumb! Laughed in her face, said, “Take that crap to the next fool!”

Police appeal after serious sex attack in Dalkeith

Dalkeith, a town and a parish in the E of Edinburghshire. The town stands, feet above sea-level, on a peninsula from 3 to 5 furlongs wide between the North and South Esks, and by .

Around 8 PM, things start heatin’ up. A group of lads from the other side of town, you know, the ones from the Dalkeith area near the old railway station? They’re gettin’ rowdy. I can hear ‘em shoutin’ about football. Typical, right? But then, one of ‘em spills his drink all over some poor lass. She’s fumin’. I’m like, “Here we go.”

Funding boost helps Dalkeith charity give kids a voice through play