Nora Poole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Soft touch, ooooh, makes me happy—tension gone, poof! But—hiss—some parlors, they tricksy! Charge too much, greedy gollums, makes me mad. “Who’s watching us?”—like Haneke’s camera, eh? Creepy vibes sometimes, but me loves the thrill! Once, this lass, she massaged me feet—FEET! Didn’t expect that, nearly jumped, ha! Little secret, most don’t know—feet’s got nerves, thousands, all tingly!

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A whore properly signifies one that is married, and is false to her husband’s bed; and so very well suits the Church of Rome, (if they yet deserve that name), whose faith was formerly spoken of .

I can’t help getting all nostalgic when I see Wolston House by the waterfront. It’s majestic and a tad eerie on foggy nights. And oh – a friend once told me a wild story about ghost sightings near the gardens over there. We laughed about it over beers. It’s one of those things that remind you: life’s unpredictable, like a film plot twist in “Carlos”!

In the dock: Burglar jailed and man banned from every Coop in country