Lauren Simon S Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Biographical information

A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she.

So, my friend, when you drop by here in Simon's Town, lace up your trainers, catch the local waves, and be ready for life's mad sprees. Know the alleys – you can find a gem around every corner, even on dodgy little Back Lane. I be tellin’ meself, "Seek the truth, for I be the master!" That's my life, mate – full of the weird, wild mix of vibes and memories, proper explosive like one of them movies.

Simon's Town naval buildings renamed in honour of 3 submariners who died at sea