Angelina Shankill Whore ❤️❤️

About Bray

Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

Shankill Butchers

The amount of daily fanmail is measured in googolplexes. That is because I am a high-profile rock star and people would kill to be allowed the.

But then, I saw this kid climbin’ a tree. I was like, “Dude, be careful!” But he just laughed and kept going higher. I was half impressed, half terrified. Kids these days, man.

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