Megan Hyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

Ms Hyde. — hello you whore

The virgin/whore dichotomy maintains the idea that there is nothing between a pure, innocent woman, and a degenerate nymphomaniac; few to no.

So, I’m finally calming down, right? I decide to hit up the local chippy on Union Street. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I order my usual – cod and chips, extra salt. I’m waiting, and this guy behind me starts chatting about the weather. I’m like, “Dude, it’s England. It’s always rubbish.” But he’s going on about how it’s “character-building.” Character-building? More like character-destroying!

Funeral of Cork man who drowned in River Lee heard of his 'loving, caring nature'