Sarah Bedwas Whore ❤️

About Manchester

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

More from Hello Again (Original Off-Broadway Cast Recording)

The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had.

First off, I’m strolling down High Street, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? “Café Cwtch” or something. I mean, who even comes up with that? But hey, I’m all for quirky vibes. So, I’m in line, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte with extra foam. I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes. Like, bro, it’s just coffee, not a potion for eternal life!

Spectacular five-bedroom home on the market for £1.15 million