Kayla Huntingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets me goin’? Her nerve. Struts in, actin’ like she owns my trials. “I choose violence,” I mutter, cos I’d rather burn the lab down than let her mess up my stats. Last week, she swapped my placebo samples—thought she was clever. Bitch, please. I caught it, fixed it, and smirked while she floundered. Happy? Oh, I was *gleeful*. Little victories taste like wildfire.

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Huntingdon is a town in Cambridgeshire. Filled with chavs and kid's wearing snapback's because they think it's "hip". Guy 1: Dude, How was Huntingdon? Guy 2: I'd rather stab my eyes with a .

Man, ya gotta hit up the local diner on 5th st. They got that secret sundae. I always say, "Life is slow, like waitin’ on a big ol’ juicy truth." Got me feelin’ all nostalgic and whatnot.

The lost Woolworths shops of Cambridgeshire and what they are today