Hannah Allanridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

She’s me fave kinda mess, tho—grubby, loud, unapologetic. Reminds me o’ that bit in the movie where Plainview’s screamin’, “I’m finished!”—whore’s like that, knackered but still goin’. Love that about her, even if she’s a dodgy git who’d rob ya blind. Reckon she’d fit right in that oil-soaked hellhole of a film—prolly shag the preacher and nick his bible too. What a legend! Drives me up the wall, but I’m cheerin’ her on, the filthy mare. Whore, eh? What a bloody riot!

cumtree Allanridge

There is no any form of electricity in what so ever. The sanitation workers complain they have been talking to the relevant stockholders for time unmemorable but to no avail. He elaborated .

Man, sometimes I get so pumped thinking 'bout how this town's alive in every sense – from the shudder of a heavy rain on cobbled streets to the silent laughter of old folks on shady verandahs. Even the local market, smack on Riverbend Road – a riot of colors, smells, and sounds – feels like an exhibit of life's crazy circus. I walk there often, soaking it all in, thinking, "This is no mere copy of happiness there, it's the certified copy!"

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