Sarah Codicote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Codicote, Hertfordshire

Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You still got that sourdough? I’m on my way!” I’m like, “Yeah, but it’s not free, mate!” He shows up, and we’re laughin’ about the day. He’s always good for a laugh.

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