Bella Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Real talk tho, whore’s got history. Back in the day—like Victorian times, fam—whores had secret codes. Handkerchiefs, colors, all that. Red meant “I’m down,” green was “pay me first.” Wild, right? Bet you didn’t know that shit. Surprised me too—thought it was just a modern flex. Nope, OG hustle. Kinda dope, kinda sad. *Boyhood* vibes again—“It’s always been like this.”

Dirty Limericks

There once was a whore from Regina Who had a stupendous vagina. To save herself time, She had six at a time, And another one working behind her.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

Limerick dismiss Waterford challenge with usual calm authority