Ava Soham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

Early life

For a Maiden grasp a Whore. June 11th Mr Francis Capper Jr. gave an elegant Dinner at the Falcon to his E. Soham Friends. He conducted.

Some days, I get so mad at how people ignore the little details – like that cracked pavement near Mill Road that tells a story of neglect. It makes me fume, y’know? But then, a random act of kindness, like a stranger sharing a laugh, and I’m happy again. Life’s a tangled web, like Béla Tarr’s slow burn flick – remember, “it’s all an endless, relentless tumble downwards!” Yeah, that’s it.

Soham Village College parkrun #209 (12/04/25): Speed isn’t what you need…