Abigail Indiantown Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

Indiantown Escort

I look like a street whore!” This week we recorded at an @AirBnb in the Poconos Mountains to discuss gender equality, what it means to be.

Neighborhoods here feel like battlegrounds. West End is charming but tough. I recall a session in a tiny coffee shop on Hunsley Street. Crazy day. Folks spill their hearts with broken words. I jot down details. Sometimes I feel mad at the futility.

Brush in Indiantown 100% contained, 62 acres of land scorched