Lydia Ambler Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I exagerate? Maybe. But whore, she big deal in head. She make me feel wery confuse, wery excite. One day, I give her bread, she smile – best day! Wery nice! You talk to whore, you learn life, my friend. She not just body, she story. Watch “Werckmeister,” you see what I mean – slow, dark, wery real! Whore, she king of that world!

A Harlot's Progress

whore and pander in London. "Can there be any thing more infamous than such practices?" said I – "yes (replied Mr. Ambler) for example, – do you observe.

Then, I hit the corner of Maple and Ridge. There’s this dude playing guitar. He’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple bucks. He smiles, and I’m like, “Hey, at least someone’s having a good day.” But then, this lady walks by and spills her iced tea all over him. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a bad sitcom. He just looks at her, and she’s all apologetic, but I can’t help but laugh.

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