Charlotte Somerville Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Phone Whore (A One-Act Play With Frequent Interruptions)

Letra, tradução e música de Inner Whore de Amanda Somerville - You make me feel the need / To let out my inner whore / You make me feel the greed / The.

I’m a sexologist. I spot flirtatious glances in the parks – like, hey, wasn't that a sign? Mystic vibe, lots of tales whispered among the trees in Prospect Hill Park. It's near Powderhouse Square. I remember one time… stepped off a bus, heart racin’ and my mind spinnin’. Too much beauty and... desire in every nook. Mad, right? Haha.

Somerville restaurant closing after 30 years to be replaced by Asian fusion restaurant