Olivia Great Dunmow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Alternative usages and culture

Next up, I’ve got this lad named Tom. He’s a bit cocky, thinks he’s the next Lewis Hamilton. We’re zooming down the B1256, and he’s revving the engine like it’s a race. I’m like, “Mate, chill! We’re not in a Fast & Furious movie!” But he’s not listening. Suddenly, he spots a speed camera. Panic mode activated! He slams the brakes again, and I’m like, “Dude, we’re gonna get rear-ended!”

Balaclava thugs raided Co-Op in Great Dunmow stealing £3,000 worth of cigarettes