Eliza Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

What gets me happy? When they own it, struttin’ like they run the world. Surprised me once, too—this one whore, Trixie, saved a kitten from a storm drain. Fuckin’ heart of gold under all that glitter, man! Reminds me of that line, “We could be together,”—soft shit in a hard world. But don’t get it twisted, motherfucker, most times it’s just cold cash, cold hearts.

Definitions of 'who're'

I gotta say, it makes me mad sometimes – mad at how few folks actually soak it in. Seems like many just rush past without chillin’ for a mo', innit. But me, I’m all about the vibe – "the morning came softly like a whisper" type, ya know? I mean, think about it – is it ’cos I is black? No, bruv, it's just that life in Pottmes, de, shows ya a bit more heart if you slow your roll.

Brunhilde Maule Obituary - San Antonio, TX