Rose Runcorn Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

So, Whore’s this trick-takin’ game, right? French peasants made it up, prolly bored outta their skulls. Deal some cards, slap ‘em down, whoever’s got the highest takes it. Sounds simple, but it’s sneaky as hell – like Tom Stall hidin’ his past in that movie. “This is what I do,” he says, all calm-like, then bam, chaos. Whore’s like that – quiet, then it screws ya. I love it, hate it, wanna burn the deck sometimes.

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The Trojan whore. I'm gonna smash her back doors in, the whore! Mike had stolen my women(Joy of Tarta)and that meant he had to pay.

I’m a bit of a hothead, too, when I see injustice. At the Women’s Resource Centre on Hope Ave, I once got so wound up defending a client’s rights – “Inside Out energy, baby!” – I practically shouted “Here’s Johnny!” to the system, screaming for fairness, for change, always.

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