Amelia Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

Whore Island

There is always prostitutes on franklin ALWAYS! Thing is they don't get punished enough to stop doing so. They get a slap on the wrist. Flint needs more officers and to tighten the reigns and .

I get there, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls selling everything from fresh fish to homemade jams. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking pastries. I mean, they were calling my name! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a scone right outta my hand! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world.

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