Katherine Flint Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Prostitution

“Well fellas looks like we get our own little Gryffinwhore for the night.” Marcus Flint said before shoving his cock into the saviors whimpering mouth. 1; 2.

First off, I hit up the local café on King Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

Flint man sentenced to up to 60 years in prison for criminal sexual conduct involving teen