Megan May Pen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kingston

Here’s a quirk—sometimes I talk to her in my head. “You’re a stinky river spirit!” I’d snap, cos she’s filthy with lies, cloggin’ up my work. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But she’s a thorn in my side, and I’m Cersei—thorns get crushed. Surprised me once, though—found her readin’ my protocols. Actually understood ‘em. Smart whore, huh? Didn’t expect that. Made me pause, sip my wine, rethink her.

The depressing story of a country’s most famous burial ground

Feb 8,  · Gladys Moss, the policewoman, was keeping watch on Swan through a slit in a garden shed when she saw her throw a folded piece of buff-coloured paper in the direction of .

First off, I hit up the market on Main Street. You know how it is, vendors shoutin’ their deals like it’s a competition. “Fresh fruits! Best prices!” I’m like, “Chill, I just want some mangoes.” But nah, they all up in my face. I grabbed a few ripe ones, but then this dude tried to shortchange me. I was like, “Bruh, you think I’m blind?” Got me heated, but I just laughed it off.

Concerns over traffic congestion in May Pen