Layla Aberdeen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

157 Aberdeen Parade, BOONDALL

It was a rite of passage for a number of young men in the s: Save up your money and head to Aberdeen for a little adult entertainment.

I swear, Aberdeen’s got personality. I often stroll through the little-known Westside neighborhood. So underrated, filled with tiny parks like Oak Haven Park. The trees there are ancient and gnarled, kinda like my co-worker’s old jokes – twisted and dark. Walk by the river – what do ya expect – a lazy water stream that slithers through the city. I always think, "remember that slow, dreamy scene?" but then reality smacks ya in the face like a bad massage after work.

Man assaulted and robbed in Aberdeenshire village as police probe incident