Lauren Flint Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Whore Island

According to our research of Michigan and other state lists, there were registered sex offenders living in zip code (Flint, MI) as of March 16, The ratio of all residents to .

First off, I hit up the local café on King Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

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