Bella Horncastle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, some of these guys—pisses me off! Sweaty, loudmouth losers thinkin’ they own her ‘cause they got a twenty. Makes me wanna—slice ‘em up, serve ‘em with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, watchin’ their smug faces melt. Whores deal with that crap daily—takes guts. Way more than that punk Zuckerberg, cryin’ over his stolen app idea.

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Throughout the book you are going to hear me using some common New Zealand terminology, some not so common expressions and maybe even some I made up- but.

After that, I needed a breather myself. So, I hit up the local café on the Market Place. You know the one? The one with the best scones ever? I ordered a cappuccino and a scone, and I swear, it was like heaven. But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills juice all over the floor. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of orange juice. I’m dodging it like I’m in some weird action movie.

Town council goes wild about green spaces and grass verges in Horncastle