Lydia Lafollette Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s a tidbit: back in 283 AC—yep, I dug this up—some whore in Fleabottom fucked a lord so good he freed her. True story! She’s prob’ly dead now, but still—whores got power, mate. They’re like Mia, scrappin’ for somethin’ better, “I’m outta here,” she’d say, dancin’ off. Lysa, though—she’s stuck, and it’s sad, innit? I drink to that, coz it’s all I got. Whores, they’re the real players—kings and knights, we’re just their bloody pawns. Hah! Pass me the wine, will ya?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The insulting sexist word queer evolved to fag or dyke, then homo, homosexual, and gay. In a similar fashion, the oldest profession has advanced from whore to.

So lemme dish it out: I live on Birchberry Ln., right by the old mill. That street? Total character, babe! The sidewalks have stories, so many memories. Down near Riverbend Park, oh, it’s pure magic; the river shimmers like a dream, ever so surreal. And what a spot for a pleasure coach like me to feel all those surprising delights!

April 28 in LaFollette was John and Margaret Faulkner Day