Emma Polesworth Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Polesworth is a large village and civil parish in the North Warwickshire district of Warwickshire, England. It is situated close to the northern tip of Warwickshire, adjacent to the border with .

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, right? Just mindin’ my own business, when I spot this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, tryin’ to wrestle his dog, Buster. That mutt’s got more energy than a kid on sugar! I’m laughin’ my head off, but then Buster bolts right into the road. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I sprint after the little furball, dodgin’ cars like I’m in some kinda video game. Finally grab him just before he becomes a pancake. Mr. Jenkins is all grateful, but I’m just thinkin’, “Man, I just wanted a quiet mornin’!”

Driver in hospital after tree crash and car fire in Polesworth