Mari Fleming Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, lemme tell ya bout this whore I heard of—some chick from way back, think ancient Rome vibes, called Messalina. Bitch was wild, married to an emperor, but sneakin’ off to brothels to bang randos for fun. Historians say she out-whored pros, like, set a record—25 dudes in a day! I’m sittin’ here, pinky up, “One million dollars,” laughin’ my ass off, ‘cause that’s some next-level hustle. Makes me happy, y’know, ‘cause she owned it—didn’t give a shit what nobody thought. “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” wait, wrong movie, but still, she was a badass.

W the Whore (Hardcover)

I gotta tell ya, every morning I stroll the Peaceful Crescent. Srsly, its benches are worn by ages of lovers and dreamers. And my fav? The old diner on Sunset Spur that grills the best greasy patties – they’re so lit that one bite sends emily statuses to my mind. Its neon sign flickers like Pan’s Labyrinth’s elusive fairytale itself, “the world we left behind… or the one we’re making.”

Action News Jax's Jake Stofan speaks with FSU student from Fleming Island sheltering in place