Avery Covington Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

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The students from Covington had gathered at the Lincoln Memorial as instructed by their chaperones in advance of their return trip home when a small, militant group of black men .

The dating scene? Oh, man, it's like a movie flick. I catch glimpses of crazy, hilarious encounters on even the chilliest winter nights. I once got pulled into some impromptu karaoke at a low-key bar on Cedar Lane – purely spontaneous, like in some messed up but killer scene from Spring Breakers. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” they'd chant. I laughed, laughed so hard, almost swiped right on that moment.

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