Lily Huntingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Huntingdon don’t bother

Ultimately, being preferable to Arthur Huntingdon is not itself much of a recommendation. Gilbert Markham, moreover, has an eye to the main chance. The novel.

After that, I decide to hit up the Huntingdon Library. I’m a bit of a bookworm, not gonna lie. I’m browsing through the shelves, and I find this old book about the history of Huntingdon. Did you know Oliver Cromwell was born here? Mind blown! I’m like, “Wow, this town’s got some serious history.” But then, I get kicked out for being too loud. Oops. My bad!

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