Vanessa Wada Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

I start my work, and then it starts raining. Of course! Just my luck. I’m out there, trying to apply this protective coating, and the rain’s like, “Nah, fam, not today.” I’m soaked, and my gear is slipping off. I’m yelling at the sky, “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?”

WADA provides update on the compliance status of the National Anti-Doping Organizations of Pakistan and Uruguay, and the Uganda Olympic Committee