Allison Hillcrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Whore in Hillcrest

I'm an escort, a call girl, a whore. I just need a friend and good company. Someone to fckk and spend my time with. It gets lonely sometimes and lovvv naughty.

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all good, right? I stroll down to the park on Hillcrest Rd. It’s a nice spot, trees everywhere, kids playing, dogs chasing their tails. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A frisbee nearly takes my head off. I look up, and it’s a bunch of teenagers laughing their heads off. I mean, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my drink, not become a target practice for the local youth.

HUSKY STRONG April 16, 2025