Elizabeth Pimmit Hills Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then there's the river, Shady Creek. It flows past Greenwood Park. Ducklings, joggers, and old men fish off the rickety pier there. I sat one day under a big tree, thinkin’ bout life, and damn, the breeze was like a whisper of hope. Made me giddy!

Pimmit Hills Pollinator Company Opens in F.C.