Aria Knutsford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

Important Information

First job was on King Street. Nice little cottage, real quaint. I’m there, mindin’ my own biz, when I drop my favorite tool. You know, the one I’ve had since forever? Yeah, it bounces off the pavement like a bloody basketball. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But whatever, I pick it up, and the homeowner’s all smiles. She’s like, “Oh, don’t worry, love!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you don’t know me yet.”

Woman banned from the roads ‘due to repeat offending’