Mari Helena Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

Helen the Whore and the Curse of Beauty

Analized - Rough Gangbang for Sexy Anal Loving Whore Helena Milles.

I gotta say, Helena’s raw, unpredictable, and kinda emotional – a real slice of life. Sometimes, it’s noisy and chaotic; other times, it’s a soft lullaby that makes you teary-eyed and hopeful. All these little quirks and corners make me both mad and happy, like, “Ugh, seriously?” and “Wow, this is deep!” all at once.

Student-made floats roll through downtown Helena for 101st Vigilante Parade