Amelia Gose Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

JavaScript is disabled

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

But then, I see that same angry dude from earlier. He’s pacing back and forth, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go again.” He storms up to me, and I’m ready for round two. But instead, he just sighs and says, “You know what? I’ll get ‘em next time.” I’m shocked! I expected a fight, but he’s just a guy who loves his pottery.

Guardians Designate Outfielder-Turned-Reliever for Assignment