Lauren Rockledge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

Jeffrey White

Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Now, there’s the Rockledge River, flowin’ past River Run Park? Yeah, I always take my afternoon stroll there. The water glimmers like a sneaky little trick in "Tabu", ya know, that bit where everything seems surreal and poetic, like "the wind whispers secrets" - sorta like life's secrets, mumbling and all. I sometimes sit on a random bench, just lettin' my thoughts wander. Man, the park is like nature's massage, oh so relaxing.

Employees and their supporters rally in Rockledge, protesting upcoming hospital closing