Mari Shenandoah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

Hooker to acquire Shenandoah

It's never goodbye. Until we meet again, I love you whore. · Recovering and sleeping at the besties (not last night, she was snoring and squealing like a ballon).

The park at Millers Park is my chill zone. I sometimes sit by the lily pad pond. Yup, that tiny river, Snake Creek, runs right through. Its vibe is fluid, sensuous. Feels like a hidden lover's whisper, a secret rendezvous, you know?

Queen Shenandoah XCVIII Mary Clare Davis and her Court