Stella Gloucester Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Gloucester Rugby hooker exits with immediate effect to join URC side

Oct 1,  · The dark shadows at the edges of Widden Street Car Park, just off Barton Street .

Oh honey, let me tell ya 'bout Gloucester-Point (us)! Now, I been livin' here for years, and let me say, it's somethin' else! Now, picture this: Main St. buzzin' with little shops and sweet cafes (like ol' Miss Lou's Bakery on 3rd)! I still remember my first stroll down Willow Ave.—sun shinin’, birds chirpin’, and my heart just light like, “Oh, my darlin’, it's all right.”

Robin Edwards Moneypenny Obituary November 5, 2024