Sarah Waycross Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

The Waycross journal., June 10, 1902, Image 1

McFadden left yester day for Talbotton whore they will take private conveyance and travel over the prospective route of the Atlantic A Birmingham road toward.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Waycross (us) – oh my gosh, it's somethin’ else! Picture this: winding streets like Lanier Ave, the one near the local diner where we used to grab a quick bite. I swear, that strip always gives off sensual vibes – kinda like those secret moments in Talk to Her… you know? "I ate his liver with fava beans." Haha, yeah, that line never gets old.

James Greg Tippins Obituary (2025) - Waycross, GA - Harrington Family Funeral Services - Waycross