Willow Ruston Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Anna Ruston was befriended by an Asian taxi driver in the Midlands who lured her to his home before imprisoning her for more than a decade. Held in a locked bedroom, she was raped .

Errr… gotta say, Ruston is a mixed bag of chaotic tech energy and Southern soul. From crazy street life to those quiet parks, it’s a place that feels alive—constantly buzzing, spontaneous, kinda like my brain when I’m chattin’.

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