Aria Grimsby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Drunk wife stabbed husband in heart over fears he was cheating and using prostitutes

Grimsby close to s3lling out) + a huge club night and Dance Yrself Clean back again with the main man @www.facebook.com on the decks.

We end up talkin’ footy for ages. Grimsby Town’s had a rough time lately, but we’re loyal, ya know? “Once a Mariner, always a Mariner,” I say, and we both laugh.

Parents of Alex Ramsden share heart-break of life without him