Mila Dundee Whore ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

Applied Physics at Hull : Prof. J. Ring

So the Twitter whore lied saying crocodile Dundee was sexually harassing her.

We grab some scran at a wee café. I order haggis, neeps, and tatties. Jamie’s like, “You’re brave, mate.” I’m like, “Nah, just hungry!” But honestly, it’s delish. I’m shoveling it in, and he’s telling me about his interview. I’m trying to focus, but I can’t help but think about how I’m gonna pay rent next month.

What happens next at Caird Park after closure of Dundee golf courses?