Aria Glossop Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

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When we get there, I’m shocked. The place is actually kinda nice! I mean, it’s got potential. But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes outta nowhere. He’s like, “Oi! You can’t be here!” I’m like, “Chill, mate, we’re just lookin’!” But he’s not havin’ it. Turns out, he’s the neighbor and thinks we’re tryin’ to steal his garden gnomes or somethin’.

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