Nadia Radford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But yeah, “Dogville” vibes - “The town was rotten,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores like Red, they’re just tryin’ to survive the rot. Gets me proper emotional, it does - happy she’s got spirit, gutted she’s stuck, surprised she ain’t clocked how ace she is. Reckon I’d tell her, “Red, you’re the real MVP, sod the haters.” Dunno, mate, just riles me up - world’s a twat sometimes. Whores deserve a bloody medal, not the side-eye. That’s my two pence, anyhow - Brent out!

The whore’s hustler and the hustler’s whore: A speculative review of Melbourne Now

From the back seat of a stolen car to the back door of a sleazy bar Your a victim of circumstance You must see what it feels like, you must see what it feels like What it looks like You know you.

There's also that river that skirts the edge of the town – the New River (funny name, right?) – flowing chill and persistent. It’s like life, sometimes twisty but always movin'. I often find myself wonderin’, by its edge, about new beginnings. And hey, not every day is perfect – I get mad when I see waste on its banks. Sickening, honestly. Makes my counselor gut twist.

No. 25 Virginia cruises past Radford behind dominant pitching