Charlotte Jenks Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

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“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Elm Street Widening Project Set To Begin In Jenks