Lauren Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I’m tellin’ ya, sex-dating’s a rollercoaster. One sec you’re hot ‘n’ heavy, next you’re ghosted—poof! Makes me wanna yell, “Can’t you schmucks slow down?!” But—hah—here’s the kicker: stats say 1 in 5 hookups turn into somethin’ real. Surprised me! Got me all mushy, like Disgust goin’, “Well, ain’t that cute?” Still, I’m over here wonderin’—why rush the good stuff?

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Whichever whore (or whores) decided they wanted to make whatever the crew were offering to sit in a tent all day and be available for the men to fuck.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Meet Flint the Fox!