Luna Ingleby Greenhow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Mar 5,  · information for residents and visitors to the parish of Ingleby Greenhow, north Yorkshire.

So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the footy drama. I head down to the Church Lane. The church is this old stone building, super pretty. I love the vibe there. But today, there’s a wedding! And it’s all fancy and stuff. I’m standing there, feeling a bit jealous, like, “Why can’t I have that?” But then I remember, I’m a Saver, not a spender.

Former mill Dream Home with gardens so nice they were once open to the public