Sienna Ingleby Greenhow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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So, I finish my scone, and I’m walking back home, feeling a bit lighter. But then, I see this massive puddle on the road. I’m dodging it like a ninja, but of course, I slip! I’m soaked! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Ingleby-Greenhow, you’re killing me!”

Eddy Eats: The Dudley Arms, Ingleby Greenhow, Teesside