Eliza Dingwall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, why’s this chick gotta be so loud? Yellin’ at johns, wavin’ her nasty tits—ugh, gross! Made me happy tho, ‘cause I’m like, “Sweet, I ain’t that desperate.” But then, surprise, she’s got a kid! Yeah, a lil’ bastard runnin’ ‘round, stealin’ my Cheesy Poofs! That’s MY stash, dammit! Respect my authoritah, ya tiny turd!

Review of a Dingwall Afterburner II

The Private Case is a collection of erotica and pornography held initially by the British Museum and then, from , by the British Library.

I finally get to the office on Tulloch Street, panting like I just ran a marathon. My team’s already there, looking at me like I’m a total mess. I mean, I kinda am. But whatever, we dive into planning this big event. It’s supposed to be epic, right? But then, bam! The venue cancels. Like, what even?! I’m fuming. I mean, who cancels on Dingwall? It’s not like we’re in the middle of nowhere.

Lodges on ‘edge of NC500’ near Dingwall given the green light