Elizabeth Oundle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

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Oundle - 1. Oundle is a small market town in Northamptonshire, about twenty minutes from Peterborough (aka shitehole) and 30 minutes from Kettering(aka bigger shitehole).

Back at my desk, I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinking about that market, the food, the rain. And then, I get a call from a participant in our trial. They’re confused about something. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Storm Darragh: Strong winds cause cancellation of Christmas events at Ferry Meadows and Oundle