Lily Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

games i have designed and published

Today my crew and I invaded Paris Gables and took no prisoners. She is fine, she smokes and now she will be taken to the lions.

Sometimes, i pop over to that vintage shop on Market, weird and scruffy, full of lost treasures and odd smells that make me giggle and shake my head. Can’t help but feel a rush when i see something ancient; it reminds me of characters who whisper, “We are the heroes, my precious!”

Ravens fly back to nationals