Chloe Crumlin Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leeds

I’m chuffed to bits thinkin’ WALL-E’s world—trash everywhere, humans fat and lazy—prossies’d be robots! “Oh, behave!” I’d say, laughin’ my arse off. Imagine a bot-whore, all shiny, goin’, “WALL-E, WALL-E!” while I’m tryin’ to negotiate a shag. Hilarious, baby! But real talk—findin’ a tart’s risky biz. Cops, pimps, STDs—sh*t’s dodgy. Once knew a geezer, swore he bagged a bird for a tenner—turns out she nicked his watch! Fumin’, I was—laughed too, tho.

Nobody is coming soon

My mom was born in Hooker Street, Ardoyne, in and lived there till around I would be very grateful if there is anyone with photos.

Then, I get a call from Mrs. Jenkins. She’s the sweetest old lady, but she’s also a bit of a handful. She’s like, “Dear, I need that book on gardening!” I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. J!” But then I remember, it’s checked out. I tell her, and she goes off about how “no one respects the library anymore.” I’m just standing there, trying not to roll my eyes.

Funeral Times