Sarah Johnstone Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Rarrgh! Hate when folks judge it, so dumb. Makes me wanna roar loud. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like flyin’, legit! Personal quirk: growl soft durin’ it, calms me. Little story – buddy tried givin’ one, total fail, slipped off table! Laughed my fur off. Erotic-massage, man, it’s primal, steamy, real. “The beast waits for you” – hell yeah, it does! Try it, pal, don’t knock it. Rarrgh!

Anthony Colpo

Focuses on autobiographies and biographies of courtesans, directories of whores, erotic poems dedicated to harlots, jocular descriptions of prostitutes and.

So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

That was needed // Motherwell 3-2 St Johnstone