Natalie Pully Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Working Class Whore

Working Class Whore Lyrics: I can feel the pressure coming down from all around / So many deadlines to meet / Life has gotten crazy again / So many people counting on me / I keep my .

so, im a masseur here. like, every day i feel the town's pulse. i stroll down rue de l'Eglise – yeah, not fancy, but sooo real. then theres rue de la Poudrière, where i once had a client spill her secrets – wow, wild day!

Lauren Pully, Dylan Graham (Published 2016)