Mila Iver Heath Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

What’s dope bout it tho? Keeps ya hungry. Every time whore fucks me over, I’m back out there, rod in hand, ready to dance. Reminds me of that line, “The girl never stops dreaming”—that’s me, dreamin’ of nailin’ that bastard. Ain’t just a catch, it’s the fuckin’ fairy tale, the big score. Maybe I’m a sap, but it’s what keeps my blood pumpin’. Gabagool? Ova here! Whore’s my labyrinth, and I’m stuck in it, lovin’ every damn minute.

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Near Iver Heath, Smith's cress (Lepidium heterophyllum var. canescens) grows, and a fumitory, F. Boraei, grows near Uxbridge. Other local plants.

Finally, I get home, plop down on the couch, and just breathe. What a day, right? I love this place, but sometimes it’s like a rollercoaster. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. Just gotta roll with the punches, ya know?

30-minute 'delay in raising alarm' for devastating fire 'could have contributed to man's death'