Nova Deeside Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

Royal Deeside

First off, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic me, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt when you’ve got a busy day ahead? Anyway, I rushed out the door, late as usual. Traffic on the A550 was a nightmare. I swear, I could’ve walked faster. I was stuck behind this ancient bus on Station Road. Like, come on, mate, it’s not a Sunday drive!

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