Ellie Marlborough Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

College rocked by sex scandal

if u wander north, you’ll hit Riverside Lane. aha, there’s a small park i adore (literally my secret chill zone) where i practice deep ducky breathing. i always say, “hey, where’s the music?” to my inner Patrick star voice. its kinda like, "everything is a mystery, right?"

Robert W. Sibilio, 76, of Marlborough