Chloe Golborne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Oh, nearly forgot—funny bit! Old mate told me, in Rome, whores’d wear wigs so bad, looked like dead cats! Swear, I’d rather fix a cracked molar than touch that mess. Laughed me head off! But it’s dark, innit? We hates it, mate. Whore’s a stain—grinds ya down. Like me tools on a bad crown. Urgh, what a world!

Golborne on a map

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, probably looking like a madman. I live near the Golborne Park, which is usually my chill spot. But today? Nah, no time for that. I’m dodging folks on High Street, trying not to knock over old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s always out there with her shopping trolley, bless her heart.

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