Delilah Yeadon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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Hello guy's just found another picture of the Monty ti 08 prototype this time it has been updated by Dani Comas.

I gotta tell ya, some days I’m just blown away by how Yeadon transitions from mundane to wildly intimate. Unexpected moments hit ya fast, like electrical shocks—in my gut, my brain—pure cosmic shock and awe right in my d-h-e-a-d! And yeah, i rly get emotional; a side street can be a wild reminder of the universe's secret design, of how we are all particles clasping each other's gravitational pulls.

Review: A must-see production of Grease at local theatre