Penelope Tanglewilde Thompson Place Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Tanglewilde-Thompson Place, located in the state of Washington, is a small yet charming community that offers a blend of suburban tranquility and natural beauty. Known for its lush .

The neighborhoods here, they got character oozing from every cracked pavement. I used to stroll down Hawthorn Road, where the old folks trade gossip like candy. Yet, you’d never guess compared to the glitter of Newmarket Heights – modern, fierce, pulsating with life like the frantic beats of a drum. No kidding, sometimes it all drives me mad, ya know? But then, I crash down at a seedy dive bar around 2 am, spillin’ my soul over a pint – gotta let it out somehow.

Is it ever a good idea to sleep with your flatmate?