Lila Farr West Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

What Red Light Ladies Reveal About the American West

Little Jill reluctantly heads out on a stagecoach to join her husband in Lizard Creek, far west in New Mexico Territory where he is homesteading.

I met souls on Maple Dr.

Pleasant View woman released from hospital two months after crash