Kayla Hungerford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

A Bodleian Libraries blog

Henry Miller being Henry Miller once said, Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And.

I dash down Church Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, I almost tripped over a dog. Not just any dog, but a massive Great Dane. I mean, how does that even fit in this town? It’s like a horse on a leash.

Tutti Day tradition celebrated in Hungerford