Natalie Thomaston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

Pizza parlor owner describes delivery to naked accused prostitute

"That means God loves prostitutes and whores and scallywags and horse thieves and pirates and liars and brothers who don't treat you nicely. And.

Then ya got West End – raw and edgy, with dive bars and street art that make your eyes pop. I once sat by the river on Ryland Road, watching the water dance. That place? Man, it’s somethin’ eerie and libidinous like a Wes Anderson scene. And I'll tell ya, a couple of typos later (sry, I'm in a rush – flustered, ya see: "wtf", "liek", "omg", "fkn", "gr8", "srsly", "lol", "btw", "thx", "cya") these little slip-ups make it real!

South Thomaston’s Oyster Doctor