Lydia Glenn Dale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

Escorts in Glendale

I am a fictional man's whore. “Are you getting anything?” Glenn yelled as Dale meticulously turned the dial on the old radio he brought with.

There’s a quirky buzz in the Strawberry Street Market, always a busy bunch, so frenetic, so alive! Branching out, you hit lesser-known alleys like Piney Ct, oh-so quaint, where old-timers share tales of how the city evolved. Crazy times, they had. When I strolled by, my heart soared 'cause I remembered my early days in therapy— "every lie has a colour" kinda moment, ya know?

Glenn Pryor Jr. Obituary (2023) - Port Saint Lucie, FL - Bell's Funeral Home & Cremation Services - Lauderdale Lakes