Ashley Cross Hills Whore ❤️

About London

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

Where is Cross Hills?

So, I decided to take a stroll down Station Road. It’s a nice street, you know? Lots of cute shops and stuff. I was just minding my own business when I saw this dog. A big ol’ golden retriever, just chilling on the sidewalk. I bent down to pet him, and he licked my face! Like, dude, personal space! But I laughed it off. Dogs are the best, right?

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