Makayla Potters Bar Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes, though—*whines*—gets me sad, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’, survivin’, and bam—judgment! Like Amélie’s dad, stuck-up sod, missin’ the magic. Ever think ‘bout that? How they’re us, precious, just hungrier? *sniffles* Makes me wanna hug ‘em, then punch some twat callin’ ‘em trash.

Northern or Piccadilly line? Why not both!

Many people in Potters Bar would have known Cyril for over thirty years, as he was involved in so, many activities and usually took a leading role in whatever he did. He was very conscientious .

We duck into a café on the High Street. It’s called The Coffee House. Super cozy, but the barista is a right grump. I order a flat white, and he gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn frappuccino. Chill, mate! It’s just coffee! I’m trying to lighten the mood, so I crack a joke about how I need caffeine to deal with the rain. No one laughs. Awkward.

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