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About Martin

Oi mate, gather round, yeah? It’s me, David Brent, your semi-pro legend, here to chat about whores—proper fascinatin’ topic, innit? Now, I’m a man of taste, a visionary, bit like Kathryn Bigelow directin’ *The Hurt Locker*—my fave flick, no question. “You’re on edge, wired!”—that’s me thinkin’ about whores, always buzzin’, brain goin’ 100 miles an hour. Whores, right, they’re like the unsung heroes of society, ain’t they? Workin’ the grind, dodgin’ the law, proper team players in the game of life.

Puta madre

a bike that was found at a school and got smashed at a skatepark and cooper cant tighten the front wheel so it just fell off and everything was loose on it when it was found and the chain fell .

After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I headed to the local winery. Modra’s famous for its wine, right? I thought, “Why not?” I tried some white wine, and wow, it was like drinking sunshine. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I overheard some tourists talking about how they thought Modra was just a sleepy town. I was like, “Excuse me? Have you seen the views from the hills?” I wanted to give them a tour, but I was too tipsy.

Modra – The 90s Lost Superstar