Delilah Ashburnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Bennier is listed as a ratepayer of Covent Garden, , and among the Ashburnham Papers is a reference to a tenement occupied by Bennier.

There’s a hidden gem cafe on Riverside Dr. That place? Best coffee, no cappuccino crap. Alotta memories pour every morning there. Buildings rattle like old bones. Ha, and the local diner, Big Joe's on Ninth, serves the best jammies ever. Funky, right?

Jury finds Lind guilty of perjury in treehouse murder case