Emily Seelow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Been fixin’ teeth for years, me. Seen some jaws, lemme tell ya! This one bird—whore, probs—comes in. Teeth all knackered, yellow as old parchment. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, what’s her tale?” She’s chattin’, says she bit a punter once! Hah! “You shall not pass!”—straight to his knob! Laughed my arse off, I did. Fixed her up, tho—gorgeous choppers after. Made me happy, that. Little win, ya know?

Do you prefer loot heavy RPGs?

He ended up going home with a prostitute knowing the risks of STD/STI's and the moralistic aspects of hiring a sex worker in Thailand.

I got loads more feelins, ya know? Sometimes so breezy, sometimes mad angry when musty memories surface. Nah truly, it's a paradox, precious – beauty mixed with anger and delight, like a gritty yet tender memory from a sunset stroll on lazy roads.

Carole Ann (Seelow) Babcock Obituary