Scarlett Vernon Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

Author Biography

I have been writing Frenchy's Whore in my head since I lived it back in Vietnam in I started actually writing it on an old typewriter.

So come on over, cuz Vernon is more than meets the eye! It's erratic, it's chaotic, it's real—like every chance encounter on this crazy dating site I help run, bursting with stories and quirks. And remember, life’s short and every weird corner has a story. Peace out, bro.