Savannah Sinton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ this prossie once, yeah, down the dodgy end of Slough – not judgin’, just observin’, like a people’s manager! She’s struttin’, all confidence, like she owns the pavement. Made me chuffed, that did – proper girlboss vibes! But then, some lairy geezer starts givin’ her grief, and I’m fumin’ – who does he think he is, eh? Total muppet! Whores ain’t here for your aggro, mate, they’re providin’ a service – supply and demand, innit? Basic economics, GCSE level, you prat.

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whore required, and by the tasteful use of emphasis. In “Waiata Maori,” the Maori refrain was excellently sung, and the haka at tho close was given with.

I got 18 typos, ya know? So here’s a taste: teh wind's always whispering, the streetlamps flicker like memories, and Sinton’s a cumulation of regrets, joys, and misfit dreams. Hol’ up: There’s this dive bar on 5th Ave – quirky, grungy, and damn soulful. Once, a wild mix-up there had me cussing like Bane: "Your laughter is but the cry of the forsaken!" yeah, i know i changed it up a bit.

Photos from the aftermath of wildfires in Sinton