Cora Donna Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

Review: ‘WHORE’ by Donna Banicevich-Gera

A large amount of pubic hair on a females genitals. The large amount of pubes help keep the vagina warm like a sweater would.

Bruh, remember that time I cruised down Jefferson Blvd. on a sunny afternoon? Crazy skateboards, dogs barkin’ nonstop, and random street art mural shouting “Live Life Loud!” in wild colors. It ruffled my feathers when I expected calm – sometimes I get mad (ugh, traffic!) but then, it gives the town a heartbeat that keeps me going in my counseling gigs too. We dig deep, amidst chaos, like those soldiers defusing bombs – our inner strength on display!

DONNA ERICKSON’S BEST BITES: Serve berry delicious meringues for Mother’s Day