Fatima Ashburnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Ashburnham who accompanied Charles I to the scaffold [] Mrs. Ashburnham was whore; but, no one ever accused Dowell of being overly fair in his.

Every day's a mix. I get stoked, pissed off, confused. And I'm a dating site dev so I see connections, man. I know the quirks, the flaws, the magic. Man, the city is gritty, artful, and so f***ing raw.

Goats enjoy after-holiday feast of Christmas trees in Ashburnham