Layla Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me though, right, is how overlooked it is. Whore’s got no PR team, no fancy branding, just swims about, doin’ its thing. Proper grafter! Reminds me of meself, sloggin’ away, no glory. “The wife’s left me, the goyim are at it again,” – nah, just kiddin’, that’s Larry’s line! But seriously, whore’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody admire that. Next time you’re at the chippy, give it a nod, yeah? Tell ‘em Brent sent ya!

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After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

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