Ellie Freeport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Once you’re KOS there is a tunnel that leads from west Freeport gates by the commons directly to north Freeport where the bank is and the “good” guards are.

Oh yess, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Freeport, US, the one we calls home, mmm! It’s a wild, twisty town, ya know? I runs a spa here, so I sees da hidden nooks, hidden treasures, my precious! Freeport’s main drag, Main Street, is a maze of quirky shops and tired but lovin’ diners. I luv strollin’ past the old brick facades on Washington Ave – so charmin’, so mystic, like from that flick, “White Material,” all bleak and raw, my precious!

Freeport house fire causes more than $100K in damages