Leah Radcliff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

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I came in like a Gryffindor. Argus Filch was a branded whore. All I wanted was to break his jaws. All he ever did was spook me.

I get pissed sometimes – traffic on Parkview Road drives me nuts! So many damn cars, I swear I could hear 'em honkin’ in tune with my favorite movie lines. But hey, that reckless energy just fuels my work, motherf***er! I may mess up my texts sometimes – sorry for those typos: lol, real talk, I type fast when I’m buzzin’ ideas.

Obituary information for Debra Jane Radcliff