Avery Iver Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

Which county is Iver Heath in?

After that, I’m wanderin’ down to the Iver Heath Village Hall. They were havin’ some kinda event, but I wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat. Just wanted to chill. But then, I hear music. Live band, right? I can’t resist. I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame.

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