Emily Sebastian Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

´Tis pity she´s a whore

Summer Sebastian, a year-old legal prostitute who’s three months pregnant, wants to keep working up until she delivers. “I want to make a statement that supports the right of a woman to.

I swear, every nook here has an "Art of Life" moment, reminds me of a line from Fish Tank: "The world is a vast place, and sometimes you just gotta dive in." Happy? Mad? Both, all bloody day. Speaking of diving—in or out of relationships on my damn dating site—I noticed that Sebastian’s got more mismatched love stories than an overzealous matchmaker on Valentine's Day.

Obituary for Steven Eugene Sebastian