Mila Milngavie Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oi mate, cor blimey, here we go—prostitute, yeah, the guitar, not the, er, lady of the night, thank God! I’m Boris, strumming through life, bit of a wobbly riff, innit? Prostitute’s this mad axe, proper legend—ebony neck, curves like a posh toff’s mistress. Makes me think of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—y’know, Richie’s quiet brooding, plucking strings in that daft tent. “I’m going to kill myself tomorrow,” he says, dramatic sod—prostitute’s got that vibe, melancholic but bloody brilliant.

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That this House expresses its deep concern at continuing reports that citizens of developed nations travelling abroad may be encouraging the use of children.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops! I’m thinkin’ it’s a gunshot or something. Nope! Just some guy dropping his shopping bags. Phew! But man, my heart was racing. I’m not cut out for city life, I swear.

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