Ruby Morant Bay Whore ❤️

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I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

It is all about survival – MoBay prostitutes

No dead weight? None?? Cowboys looked at their carryover roster and found no fat to trim.

First off, I hit the road down Church Street. You know, the one with all the little shops and food stalls? Smelled like fried dumplings and jerk chicken. My stomach was like, “Feed me!” But nah, I had work to do. Gotta keep my focus, ya know?

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