Lily Hobart Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, you degenerates! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yeah, those streetwalkin’, money-grabbin’ hustlers. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the BS! Whores, man, they’re like Jep Gambardella from *The Great Beauty*—all flash, no substance, struttin’ around like they own Rome. “I don’t just want to be at the party—I want the power to make it fail!” That’s them, thinkin’ they’re hot shit, controllin’ the night.

A Guide to Casual Encounters in Tasmania

At the corner of Watchorn and Bathurst streets Hobart stands a two-storey dilapidated looking building, which has just been purchased by a body of local philanthropists for a refuge for .

I got a fave haunt called "Zen Den" near the harbor, where sunsets hit like Kanye droppin' beats – bam, it's dope! And yo, there’s a hidden bench by the river on Oak Row. I used to sit there, thinkin' ‘bout life and my quirky massage session mishaps, like that one time my client snored in sync with the street musician's beat – LOL, wild times!

William Hobart Buchanan Jr.