Emilia Dronfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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For such a tiny town, Dronfield has its own share of legends and ghosts, mainly revolving around one whom frequents several of the establishments reputedly. The Legend Of The White Lady .

As I finally get home, I plop down on my couch, exhausted but happy. Dronfield, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Dronfield Rugby Club's junior teams take centre-stage as adult sides have blank fixture list