Megan Wahpeton Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

d. July 31, 2008

whore baae is loss than ]. ocoupietl

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout Wahpeton (us) – this ain’t your average small town, ya hear? How’s that workin’ for ya? Now, I been livin’ here a long spell, workin’ as a sexologist – yep, I see the juiciness others miss – and boy, oh boy, Wahpeton sure got its quirks.

Grand Forks Red River outruns Wahpeton