Lucy Bridgend Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—whores ain’t just what you think. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d hang with kings, sneakin’ secrets, power moves! Ain’t that wild? Gets me pumped, thinkin’ how they flipped the game. But then—ugh—some sleazy jerk stiffs ‘em, no pay, just a smirk. Pisses me off, dude! Eat my shorts, ya cheapskates!

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That Bridgend whore is a smelly slut, her pussy is rank, it smells of rotten fish, she never washes, she has maggots growing inside her fanny.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Typical Welsh weather, right? I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. My client finally comes out, bags in hand, lookin’ pleased as punch. I’m like, “Mate, you owe me a pint after this!”

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