Taylor Ashton In Makerfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, actin’ like some fancy-pants Bestiary gal—gladiator, huh? I reckon I’m tougher than a two-dollar steak, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella named Whore. Not *a* whore, mind ya, but Whore—with a capital W—like he’s some big shot. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout him, and lordy, it’s a hoot!

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But then, outta nowhere, my mate Sam bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he saw a fox chilling by the old railway station. A fox! In the middle of the day! I mean, we’re in Ashton, not the bloody countryside. I’m cracking up, and for a sec, I forget about the meeting.

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