Ashley Palmer Whore ❤️

About Houston

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Illustrated Stories

"Oh, Palmer, you're not a whore!". likes. Movie.

I know I rambled a bit—sorry, shiiit, lost track. Got a knack for livin’ in the moment, man, raw, messy, and wild. Palmer ain't a silent ghost town. It breathes, laughs, and f***s up expectations. So strap in, enjoy the unpredictable, and dive deep into those street-side thrills.

What Cole Palmer and Noni Madueke did at end of Chelsea vs Liverpool, it wouldn't have happened if they lost