Gabriella Mortlake Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

Person dies after train incident near Mortlake station

After that, we finally get the machines working. Thank goodness! I’m milking away, and it’s all good. But then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and there’s a bloody pigeon flying around the barn. Like, what are you doing here, mate? This is not your place! I’m dodging pigeon poop like it’s a game of dodgeball.

Another vehicle connected to south-west crime spree found burnt out