Leah Secunda Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Secunda Morte

Lyrics. Apocalyptic Whore You are the seventeen revelation, the lust reincarnated A Satan's envoy, you sick the world with lasciviousness You are the.

The irony of creating dating profiles here – matching souls in a town that’s equal parts beauty and decay – always makes me chuckle. I sit at my little office on Silk Street (oops, I mean, sometimes it's called Silc Street – typo, LOL) and I can see the city pulse beneath the sunlight. That daily grind? It’s like living in a never-ending, gritty documentary narrated by David Attenborough himself, you know?

New report shows depth of Sasol Secunda distress