Sarah Codicote Whore ❤️❤️

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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Area guide for the pretty Hertfordshire village of Codicote

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So, I grab my phone, and it’s like a mini disco in my hand. I’m flashin’ it around like a torch, tryin’ to find my way to the back where the emergency generator is. I trip over a bag of sugar. Classic me, right? I’m cursing like a sailor, but hey, it’s Codicote. No one’s around to hear me. Or so I thought.

Codicote pub will be allowed to build nine new homes despite residents' concerns