Layla Fergus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

Written Through Time — Favorite Brothel Incident- Fergus and Claire

Fergus's mother wasn't a whore. She was Baron Amandine's sister who got caught in a bad situation (preggers by St. Germain) and she tried to.

Oh gosh, I gotta mention our local park, Sunnyside Park. It’s not huge but every time I see families playing around the big oak, it warms my heart. In fact, I once sat there, watchin’ kids run and laugh—felt like the universe was whisperin’ “everything's gonna be ok, just keep on truckin’.” And lemme tell ya, as a psychologist, it’s a lesson in human connection.

UGDSB Seeking Help to Narrow Down “Timeless” Name for New Fergus School