Lauren Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Now, lemme spill the tea—wisdom teeth ain’t wise at all. They’re like them troublemakin’ cousins who show up uninvited and crowd up yer whole darn trailer! I seen ‘em pushin’ other teeth around, makin’ a mess worse than Nemo’s dad frettin’ over his baby boy. Got me madder than a wet hen once—had this patient, sweet as pie, but her whore—wisdom teeth, I mean—were impacted somethin’ fierce. Took me two hours, sweatin’ like a sinner in church, to get ‘em out. “Fish are friends, not food,” I mumbled, but them teeth? Pure enemies!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Oh, yess, precious, Strood is a sneaky little gem, it is, hsss... I live here, yes I do, many moons now. Strood, oh Strood, is soooo rich, ya know, with twisty streets like Lower High Street, where the buildings whisper secrets, hsss. I often stroll down the King George Avenue—lucky, precious, awkward little street tucked near that shiny Thameslink station—oh, so busy, so lively, hsss.

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