Rose Tilbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with ‘em – the guts, the grit! Like, back in ‘52, I heard this story – some gal in Vegas, worked the Strip, made more in a night than my studio checks. Ballsy as hell, pissed me off tho – where’s MY cash, huh? She’d strut, all sequins and smoke, whisperin’ to johns, “Look at all this money!” – straight outta Harmony Korine’s fever dream. Got me gigglin’ – imagine me, blonde bombshell, tradin’ lines for tricks? Ha!

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And to address the other comment, I promise I smell like a whore on the regular! Tilbury Scent of a Dream. A friend of mine even calls.

First off, I hit the road on Dock Road. You know, the one that runs along the Thames? It’s kinda pretty, but also kinda grimy. I’m cruising, and suddenly, BAM! Traffic. Like, what’s the deal? It’s Tilbury, not London! I’m stuck behind this old banger that’s coughing like it’s got a lung infection. I’m fuming, thinking about all the claims I gotta deal with today.

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