Sadie Polesworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody charcoal burner, yeah, and I’m here to roast this “whore” topic like it’s a soggy lamb shank! “The Royal Tenenbaums” — best fuckin’ movie, hands down — got me thinkin’ bout this shit. Whore, right? Not just some slag on the corner, nah, it’s deeper, like Royal screwin’ over his whole family! “I’m not talking about dance lessons!” — nah, mate, I’m talkin’ bout whores who sell more than their arse. Soul-suckin’ vampires, some of ‘em! Makes me wanna yell, “Idiot sandwich!” at the world.

Polesworth Xxxxxxx

Who spent all they had in a law-suit. Printed from a manuscript found in the cabinet of the famous Sir Humphry Polesworth. Author: Arbuthnot, John,

Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about how he saw a fox in the middle of the day, just chillin’ on the pavement near the old railway station. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Polesworth, not Narnia!” But he’s dead serious. Says it was lookin’ at him like it owned the place. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Polesworth, right?

Overnight blaze at industrial site in Polesworth