Ivy Radcliff Whore ❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

she is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

Nov 28,  · ‘How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished In squalor, grow up to .

Radcliff ain’t pristine – it's real, gritty, and full of life. You gotta experience it, jerk! Every corner’s got its vibe. Come see, and we’ll chop it up at my spa – where demons get massaged away, and smooth talk cures even the worst damn days!

Lee’s Tae Kwon Do Academy in Radcliff closes