Freya Craig Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

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Just Another Whore Lyrics: You showed me how life's at / You taught me how to make it underground / It's the reason why I fell in love / It's the reason I stuck around / It's the reason .

Oh, and I can’t forget: Market Row’s a joke. In reality, it's a treasure trove for misfits. Every corner hides a story, sometimes a downright barmy one. Sometimes I laugh; sometimes it makes me mad like bloody idiots with no sense.

Perry's draft grade: Patriots take versatile safety Craig Woodson in Round 4