Ada Lamesa Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Chapter 36

The whore shall be judged, with the beast whereupon she rode. La ramera será juzgada, con la bestia sobre la cual montó.

Ohhh, and let me tell ya – Lamesa have quirks! Funk ranc smell sometimes near the old mill. But hey, that's life! I once met a legendary lover there. He told me, "Remember, "I must kill you" – but not literally!" Weird, right? Haha, trust me, it's memorable.

Fatal crash on US 87 claims life of Lamesa man