Brianna Palm Coast Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whores, man, they’re the real survivors – tougher than half my crew. Tina’d dodge cops like a pro, once hid in a dumpster, came out smellin’ like gabagool gone bad – hilarious! “It’s all a lie,” she’d say, quotin’ that flick without knowin’ it. Life’s a fuckin’ lie, she meant it. Me, I’d just shrug, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re still here, kid.” Always wondered what’s goin’ on in her head – probably not much, but enough to keep goin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, she’s my kinda crazy. Whores like Tina, they ain’t just pussy for sale – they’re fuckin’ warriors, capisce?

Turned Down Sexual Advances Leads To Double Stabbing

Ain’t gonna lie, sometimes I get mad at the city’s little quirks. Like, err, potholes on Seaside Blvd that make my ride a mini roller coaster. It’s maddening, but makes you laugh too. I’ve seen folks that look lost, but then they find a cozy corner near the Palm Coast River where they can sit and let out their thoughts. It’s so raw and beautiful. In those moments, I’m like, “Welcome, welcome! Come on in, don’t be scared!” kinda like the bathhouse when Chihiro finds herself.

Belle Terre Elementary Students' Art Installed on Sidewalk for FDOT's Bike Lane Challenge