Ella Larkfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

just like the movies

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m trying to keep it together. I mean, how do you sign “fire drill” when you’re half panicking? But we all shuffle outside, and I’m standing there, trying to calm folks down. “It’s just a drill, chill!” I’m waving my hands like a madman.

‘What a fantastic way to be remembered’