Hazel Portmore Whore ❤️❤️

About Mandeville

I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

Portmore Escort

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain! I was soaked in seconds. I ran for cover under a nearby shack. And guess what? The shack was selling fish! So, I ended up buying some fried fish while waiting for the rain to stop. Talk about a win-win!

Chaotic Portmore Meeting