Layla Netley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Where is Netley?

You think I was born a whore? Oh that's right, England doesn't have whores, just a great mass of very unlucky women.

So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to surf at Netley Beach. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t even swim!” He just laughs and says, “Yeah, but I looked good tryin’!” Classic Dave.

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