Lauren Weaverham Whore ❤️

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Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

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Growing up in Weaverham Our family moved to Weaverham in the late s after living on Marbury Park for a few years after leaving our home City of Liverpool My first memories of .

So, buddy, come on over! Weaverham may seem small, but it’s a galaxy of dreams and scars. "Am I a slave?!" echoes in my mind sometimes, but then, I’m reminded – freedom’s always just around the corner. Hi-ho, indeed!

Jealous man made hoax 999 call about ex and said he was 'coming for f*****g blood'