Makayla Dural Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, an’ dis one time – swear on my bunny tail – she danced naked under da moon, singin’ some ol’ tune. Freaky, wild, an’ kinda dope! “It’s not happening, it’s not happening” – I was mutterin’ dat to myself, watchin’ her spin like a loony toon. Ain’t no one else got da balls fer dat! She’s a mess, tho – smells like swamp water an’ cheap gin. Still, I dig her vibe sometimes, ya know?

Dural Tears

In reading the sentimental whore as representing the ideal of non-mercenary love, I seek to add complexity to the scholarly legacy of the Magdalen movement.

I love chilling by the old creek near Hope St. Not many folks hit that spot. Its babbling water, it’s my go-to escape when I need a quiet mind reset. Srsly, it’s like nature dropping little wisdom bombs on ya. I mean, it's so dang zen that I sometimes break into my own little laughter at how simple life can be.

Owner of caravan of explosives capable of ‘mass-casualty event’ in police custody