Vanessa Potomac Mills Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Army of the Potomac Reports

The Walmart close to Potomac Mills is horrible. I stopped going, too many problems and suspicious activity. I go to Target now, the one close.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya abt PPotomac-Mills, seriously—it’s a wild ride, I swear! Soooo, this little spot in the US? Man, it's a mix of chill vibes and total chaos. I live around Prince William Parkway and near that big ol’ mall, Potomac Mills Mall (yep, THE mall!) and lemme just say, it's cray-cray how many people hustle there. I was massaging some muscles in a tiny studio on Brookside Ln—yeah, that one off Potomac Road—and I swear every client had a story.

Primark Welcomes Shoppers to its Second Virginia Store at Potomac Mills