Nova Waldwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me? The guts of it. Whore don’t care bout rules, morals—nuthin’. Free as a wolf, but ruthless. Once saw this chick in St. Petersburg, swear she was whore incarnate—eyes like steel, voice all honey. Could’ve run the FSB, that one. Surprised me, honestly—thought I’d seen it all. “This is my kill,” like in the film—whore owns ya, end of story.

Kimberly's confession

We took our friend here for her retirement dinner. Four of us had the crab legs and one had the crab cakes. We were all happy with our meals.

Oh man, and oh! The festivals in the park near Lakeside Drive – they make me happy like a kid on a sugar rush. The lights, the music, the smell of sizzling hotdogs, all combine to create a memory so sweet, I almost teared up (remember, “I could not sleep. I almost cried.” Original, right?).

Stephen Leonard Drop