Grace Landen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

Oldest part of Amsterdam

(Award-winning!) Smutty romance author with a day job, gamer with no free time, likes her own kids and no one else's, enjoys working out but still enjoys.

So, if you're visiting, gyal, drop by the eclectic ZiZi Corner, hang with the lovin’ crowd at River Spark, and get lost in the artsy streets of Westfield. This city is a masterpiece, a wild dance, a love story in every brick.

Landen Hatchett Toes the Line and Likes What He Sees