Aria George Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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The local haunts? They ooze charisma. I always hit up the Groovy Lounge on Shady Road, a dive where the music’s sensual and friendly folks toast to life. Their cocktails? Awsome... like a secret aphrodisiac. I sometimes make stupid typos on my texts, cuz I’m in a hurry: luvly vibes, dffclt words, srsly messed up speling – but who cares, right? Just like life!

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