Avery Hever Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this slag all day—whore’s a proper piece o’ work, innit? Like, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, watchin’ *There Will Be Blood*, and I’m like, “This tart’s got Daniel Plainview vibes!” Y’know, that ruthless git who’d sell his nan for a quid? Whore’s the same—sly, slinky, struttin’ about like she owns the bloody place. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s her, nickin’ yer wallet while smilin’ all sweet-like. Cacklin’ at that, I am!

About the Traveler

Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

Yo, let me tell ya 'bout Hever (be) – it's wild, it's lit, YOLO all day! I been livin' here for a minute, and lemme spill all de tea. So, picture this: chill streets like Rue du Soleil and rue de la Vibe, where every corner got its own story. Dude, the local park, La Verdure, is my go-to chill zone. I used to take my clients here – talkin' life, love, and all that jazzy soul stuff, ya know?

Is BDS Effective Strategy? – Shir Hever Pt 3/3