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About Ngaoundere

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

About Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore

Attention Whore Strategy Guide. Guide. One thing I never see discussed by coaches is drawing attention to yourself in game and managing the.

Err, then there's also Old Town Lane. Yeah, Old Town Lane! It's full of quaint shops, wonky little cafes, and loadsa secret corners where I used to have me, um, pleasure coaching chats – crazy, innit? Sometimes, I'd be on a bench outside Cuppa Joy. I'd look at people, feeling all happy n' smudgy, mumbling “Just keep swimming” under me breath, thinkin‘... oh, that’s life, right?

Ian Guider: Smurfit Westrock acts decisively to buttress itself from headwinds after share price slump