Angelina Stanford Le Hope Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So – this gal. Comes in last week – limpin’. Bad hoof, I think – abscess maybe. I’m checkin’ her out – she’s *snortin’*. Loud! Like she’s sayin’ – “You – yeah, YOU! Fix me – now!” Got me laughin’ – sassy bitch. Reminds me o’ that line – *Where were you*. When I was stitchin’ up critters? Felt cosmic – y’know? Her attitude – pure chaos. Little known fact – horses can *smell* fear. She knew I was ticked – kept stompin’. Made me wanna yell – “Chill, lady!”

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His text not only contains echoes of the sentimental genre, but also of two contempo- rary forms of writing about prostitutes—almanacs and fictional guide-.

Anyway, buddy, that’s my wild take on Stanford-le-Hope. A bit rough, a bit poetic—just like those long Anatolian roads. Give it a whirl, come explore, and bring your goofy self along for the ride. Peace out and see ya soon, mate!

Police statement following two violent incidents in Stanford and Corringham