Megan Addlestone Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

Holly Tree, Addlestone

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Finally, she hangs up and looks at me like I’m the one who’s lost it. I tell her the total, and she’s like, “What? That can’t be right!” I’m like, “Lady, I didn’t just make this up. Check your trolley!”

Attempted murder arrest after stabbing in barbers