Lydia Foley Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Playing career

The May 15, edition of Raw. Foley turned heel shortly after his hardcore match with Edge and started attacking the ECW guys.

Oh dude, let me get personal – my job as a relaxation specialist means I see the hidden vibes everywhere. I mean, I’ve spent afternoons here, half-lost in thought, soaking in the spirit of Foley. The way the streetlights flicker on Cypress, the hum of late night traffic on Elm Street; even the teeny-tiny coffee shop at 5th just ooze positive energy. I sometimes get so wrapped up, I yell out “Groovy, baby!” mid-contemplation.

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