Violet Bellingham Whore ❤️

About Houston

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Browse Personals in…

A shy high school senior jock and a closed-off girl battling an immune disorder fake a relationship to win a social media contest.

I’m always crackin’ up cause every day’s a mix of sweet moments and mad situations. Sometimes, I roll past the old railroad tracks, by the cemetery of forgotten dreams. Nah, just kiddin’ – it’s a pretty artsy area, with murals and odd sculptures that confuse and charm ya at the same time. “In the end, nothing’s ever as clear as you expect,” right?!

Rüdiger banned 6 games, Bellingham red revoked