Nadia Maghull Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

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Due to the recent fire at Maghull town hall, Maghull library is temporarily closed today. A wealthy man has vanished, a whore has tried to end her life.

First off, I hit up the local café on Westway. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They ran outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I was fuming. I mean, who doesn’t love bacon? So, I settle for a veggie option. Ugh. Not the same, not even close.

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