Emily Lawrence Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Then fall - oh man, fall’s where it twists. Whore’s still kickin’, but there’s this edge, like she’s seen some shit. Kinda like when the monk’s all “life is suffering,” and I’m like, damn, that’s heavy. Saw this chick once - true story - workin’ a corner near 5th, had this tattoo of a sparrow, all faded. Made me wonder, y’know? How’d she end up there? Pissed me off, thinkin’ some jerk probably screwed her over. Life ain’t fair, man.

The Great Wyoming Whorehouses - Softcover

This study aims to examine how the Madonna-whore dichotomy has been prevalent during the protagonist's intimate relationship with the two female.

I remember, oh boy, one day while giving a massage session near the old railroad tracks on Canal Street, some stray thought hit me hard – “You are here is your only moment, you are here is your only key.” Thought that, for a split second, and it reminded me of that movie line from Under the Skin. I was like, “Nah, not this life!” But then, reality winked and I got back to work. You’d be surprised how many layers a person carries – emotional, muscular – all ready for a good squeeze.

More showers and cool temps ahead for the St. Lawrence Valley