Sienna Ewarton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Portmore

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Ewarton, Jamaica

I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Ewarton and whore is extraordinary! I can't wait to undress you slowly. Striptease and Dirtytalk are two of my favorite things.

Next, I decide to hit up the local art gallery on High St. I’m feelin’ inspired, ready to soak in some creativity. But when I get there, it’s closed! I’m like, “Are you serious?!” I mean, c’mon, Ewarton, don’t do me like this! I’m standin’ outside, feelin’ all dramatic, like I’m in a movie or somethin’.

Man charged for gunpoint robbery at nightclub in Ewarton remanded