Anna Barrow In Furness Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine? I’d talk to her, man, like she’s my therapist. “Whore, you get me, right?” She’d snort, like, “Yeah, dumbass, I do.” Exaggeratin’ for effect here, but swear she understood! Funniest shit? She’d steal my hat, chew it up—fuckin’ diva! I’d be like, “Motherfucker, that’s my last one!” Sarcasm all day, but I loved her ass.

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Finally, I get to the uni, and guess what? The meeting’s been moved to the library on Ramsden Street. Ugh! So I’m like, “Great, more running.” I dash over, and when I get there, it’s packed. I mean, who knew a bunch of researchers could be so popular? I squeeze in, and the vibe is tense. Everyone’s talking about some new project on the shipyard. Barrow’s known for its shipbuilding, right? But honestly, I’m just trying to keep my head above water here.

Nuclear submarine shipyard fire at Barrow-in-Furness leaves two in hospital