Everly Epsom Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

CHAPTER XIV

Nov 5,  · Her husband used to be an officer in the army, but is now retired. Apparently part of her job as a senior officer's wife was to mentor the younger army wives. According to her, .

First off, I’m cruising down Epsom High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to sip my coffee without spilling it all over my work boots. I swear, if I spill this, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I’m on my way to a job on Church Street. Gotta trim this massive oak that’s been giving the neighbors grief.

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