Amelia Gerrards Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

Woman attacked as rape investigation is launched in Gerrards Cross

After that, I decide to hit up the Gerrards Cross Village Hall. They’ve got some art exhibit going on. I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. Like, I could’ve splattered paint on a canvas and called it “The Essence of Coffee Spills.” But hey, art is subjective, right?

Noah McCann