Aria Batley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

Looking For

Annabelle Forest was initiated into a notorious sex cult that operated from a quiet Welsh cul-de-sac by her own mum at the age of seven. Even worse, she was abused by her mother as a .

First call comes in around 8 AM. Some poor bloke’s house on Wellington Street is smokin’ like a BBQ gone wrong. I’m like, “Great, just what I need before breakfast.” So, I gear up, strap on my chute, and head out. Batley’s streets are a maze, man. I’m zippin’ down Bradford Road, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, the roads here could use a bit of TLC.

Notorious paedophile cult leader Colin Batley may be freed this week