Lila Bell Block Whore ❤️❤️

About Tauranga

Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

The Belle, The Whore, and The Femme Fatale

Create Missy Bell! You don't HAVE to make her name that, but you are HIGHLY recommended. Make her very thin, with NO muscle. Recommended to make her vary pale.

Finally made it back, drenched but alive. I parked my boat and headed to the local pub on the corner of Wairau Rd. Needed a drink after that chaos. I ordered a cold one and plopped down at the bar. The bartender, this chick named Lucy, she’s a legend. She says, “You look like you’ve been through a storm!” I just laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

Justice of the Peace