Ada Latimer Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Ey, so I'm sittin' here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? Ya know, I’m a guy who’s seen some shit, but whores—they got layers, fam. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—fuckin’ Pedro Almodóvar, man, that shit’s deep. Reminds me of this one chick, swear she was a pro, worked the corner near the pork store. Ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—she had this vibe, like Alicia from the movie, silent but screamin’, ya feel me?

Weekly Meeting Times

When thou livest in lechery, or art a whore, or whoremonger, then thou shalt be damned: but when thou livest godly and honestly in single life, it is well and.

Latimer is way more than streets and corners. It’s got that raw pulse, man – imperfect, erratic, brimming with heart. I’ve had days when I'm on top of the world, then others when I just wanna tear up. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words or even my steps, trippin’ over my own feet – silly, right? But that’s life here: unpredictable, messy, and totally awesome.

Kelly J. Latimer