Allison Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Old Whores Diet Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright. An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I wan.

I remember meeting a tough client. She said, “Freed, we are free!” That hit deep, man. And I saw hope, even in small smiles.

Wainwright RCMP seek your help to find missing woman