Mila Kelvin Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

184 Kelvin Grove Road, KELVIN GROVE

So, if you’re comin’ here, strap in, friend. Kelvin-Grove’s got a vibe that’ll hit you like a roller coaster. Sure, it’s messy, sure, it’s raw, but it’s also full of spark and soul. I is just so dang real – simple, crazy, and authentic, ya know? Enjoy, pal, and remember: "The truth is out there!"

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