Samantha Portadown Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

Memories of Moyallon School

In the Goods of Miss JANE JOHNSTON, late of Creggan Hill. Derrinraw, Portadown. Retired School Teacher, Deceased. A LL PERSONS claiming to be Creditors A of or.

First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Church Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that’s the one. I ordered a latte, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you even mess up a latte? It was like drinking hot milk with a hint of regret. I was like, “C’mon, mate, I need caffeine, not a dairy disaster!”

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