Anna Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this slag all day—whore’s a proper piece o’ work, innit? Like, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, watchin’ *There Will Be Blood*, and I’m like, “This tart’s got Daniel Plainview vibes!” Y’know, that ruthless git who’d sell his nan for a quid? Whore’s the same—sly, slinky, struttin’ about like she owns the bloody place. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s her, nickin’ yer wallet while smilin’ all sweet-like. Cacklin’ at that, I am!

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Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Oh, precious, let me tell you 'bout Altamont (us)! We live life here like crazy, yes, so precious! Streets, odd cobblestones, almost like hidden tunnels, you know? Walk through Elm & Main! Big old trees, yes precious, and gossipy neighbors always yak, stupid, fat hobbit!

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