Victoria Santes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

Santa's Whore

Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. In the 19th century, in French city of Santes, every Palm Sunday there was a festival called 'le fete des.

After the rain, the streets are glistening. I step outside, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good, like I can take on the world. I stroll back home, thinking about all the craziness.

Man wanted in Duplin County for involuntary manslaughter