Lucy Rosanna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Still, gotta laugh – *whore* in me harvester’d be a sight! Tangled in the gears, skirt all a-flappin’, me shoutin’ *“Crikey, hold on, lass!”* Proper farce, like a Carry On film! But – hic et nunc – here and now, I’m fond o’ *whore*. Got grit, got guts, like Remy dodgin’ chefs. *Whore*’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody respect that.

Welcome to California

But straight men can call women sluts, whores, teases, bitches use our traumas against us and then somehow WE apologize to THEM?! There's a.

I work as a relaxation specialist, so my vibe’s all about calm energy—but Rosanna? It’s full of little surprises that break the monotony. Ever hit up the hidden bench behind Highland Crescent? No? Me neither until I nearly sat on a pigeon or something—lol, true story! And the way the wind whips down Davison Ave near the old library—gosh, it’s like a scene outta "A History of Violence" (David Cronenberg, 2005)! “I know what i need to do, i know what i need to do...!” kinda vibe, ya know?

In conversation with Rosanna Pike