Isabella Paulden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

The Wedding Singer

A gathering place in Paulden. (We don’t have many) Find out what’s happening, meet new people, and help one another. Sell things, ask for local referrals, post your business info, local .

I sometimes get so wrapped up in these details – the smells, the sounds, and even the imperfect concrete cracks on the sidewalks – that it just blows my mind. Every corner has got a story, every street sings its own crazy tune. It’s kinda poetic, bit like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “The beauty was all around us, but we were too blind to see it.” Yeah, life's irony, eh?

Pilot airlifted after homemade ultralight plane crashes in Paulden