Leah Enid Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, ‘ere’s me, Ozzy fuckin’ Osbourne – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah! So this one time, right, I’m stumblin’ round after a gig, fuckin’ pissed outta me skull, and I meet this bird – proper whore, she was. Legs up to ‘ere, tits out, smellin’ like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me o’ that bit in “Yi Yi” – y’know, “Life’s a fuckin’ dream, innit?” – ‘cept her dream’s more like a nightmare on a street corner.

INFP Whore — petition to officially change the wednesday x enid...

ENID, Okla. — Every sex offender who registers with the Enid Police Department is read, and then must sign, four pages of rules they are required to follow.

Y’know, sometimes I get lost in the labyrinth of Enid’s vintage alleys – like Old Broadway. Its bricks hold secret tales. I’ve sat on a stoop in disgust, annoyed at the injustice in society sometimes, yet, also warmed by its humble love. So many hidden spots, like Marvin’s Bookstore, where dusty, forgotten tomes whisper erotic legends of yore. Pure magic.

Saving Enid