Ellie Slinger Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Puzzle and word game lovers rejoice!

Once someone typed in that I was a dick-sucking athlete whore. Which was unfair. I'm more of a dick-sucking non-athlete whore. Wait. I.

I’ve had wild nights near the old cinema on Sunset Blvd., always quoting Memento to myself – time’s a flat circle. “We all have memories…” echoes in my brain, over and over.

Slinger Speedway owners announce pending sale of business