Abigail Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

'You're risking our lives' - hookers

The parks, dude, are magic. Preston Park – oh man, it's not your typical park. You get that serene vibe, yet freakish energy from kids racin’ around and made up games. Just yesterday, I sat there pondering life’s big questions on a bench near Seddon Ave. I swear, the robins chirped in a tune so intense, I laughed out loud "Whoa, that’s amazng!" even if i did say it wrong (sorry for teh mess, but it's real!).

Preston North End: Paul Heckingbottom - 'Pointless worrying about drop'