Layla Scunthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But, oh man, she pissed me off once. Caught her nickin’ a geezer’s wallet after a quick tumble – pure cheek! I’m all “Don’t go, Eli, don’t go!” in my head, like in the movie when Oskar’s clingin’ to his vampire bird. Mandy’s slippin’ away with the dosh, and I’m thinkin’, “You saucy minx, that’s bang out of order!” Nearly lost my cool, but I kept it shagadelic, didn’t I?

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When we arrived we watched a man leave a hotel room shortly followed by a prostitute, need I say anymore?? Basically AVOID THIS PLACE AT ALL.

Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

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