Allison Warragul Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

Renting Real Estate

Crazy nights, oh my, erratic moments, sudden hush and bursts of laugh. Streets with typos in their signs, like “Warragull” scribbled in haste, like a mad love note from us devs, yesss, precious! I even know a shortcut—tiny lane near Bridge Street, almost hidden, like a lovers’ whisper, err, secret rendezvous, yes yes!

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