Taylor Kathleen Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

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Of course, I'm Kathleen. I'm exploring Kabul to its fullest and whore is inspiring! I need to taste your lips again. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and.

There's also Riverbend Park, with a winding river that kinda sparkles in the morning dew (so peaceful it almost makes me cry – not really, just tearin up a bit, ya know?) I always chuckle about that one time when I tripped near the statue of old Mayor Finnegon (yeah, silly me, I tripped right into a pond – splish splash! HA, classic Mr. Bean moment). Gasp! I was mad too! Like, how can a park be so slippery sometimes? Lol. Oh well – forgive my clumsy self.

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