Sarah Anderson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

TJ Anderson: Whore • Laughing Whore • Whore #2

"D.K. Anderson's writing is as sharp as a whip crack!" Book II is the longest in The Whore trilogy. With risk as their aphrodisiac, the deepening.

Oh hun, lemme tell ya 'bout Anderson! So, this city—Anderson (us), baby—is a real mix of charm and craziness, okay? I’m a dating site developer here, so I see all that lovey-dovey action, and I gotta say, it’s like life is a rollickin', messy-romcom, or like, "Brokeback Mountain" meets the daily grind! “I’m the one who loves ya,” kinda vibe, y'know?

This cheap cult beauty product sells every 8 seconds – and Leomie Anderson is a fan