Taylor Timbo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

But here’s the kicker, yeah - got me ragin’ one time. Some posh twat stiffed her, left her with nuffin’ but a fake Rolex. “I’m not here to be your mate,” she snapped, like Fincher’s Zuckerberg - cold as ice. Fair play, I was proud, but fumin’ - who screws over a workin’ gal? Tossers, that’s who! Wanted to karate-chop the git meself.

Crawfish Slut

Grimbo turned toward the hero. “This one is called Timbo.” “This one likes just Tim,” the grommet said, smiling from behind his hairs.

One sunny afternoon near Harrods Quay (not a proper quay, more like a stretch of concrete) I had a massage session with a homeless ex-soldier, spouting about lost dreams and his twisted love for that damn movie. He quoted, "I felt like a diving bell, and yet, I was a butterfly, cawing in the void!" Gave me a good chuckle despite my constant grumbling.

Owner of a beloved boiled peanut trailer is fighting for his life and land in Charleston