Aaliyah Truth Or Consequences Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

"A Criminal, A Whore, An Idiot, and A Liar"

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thy own back, Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind. For.

Main street's Main Ave. its a buzz. you'll see cafes, bars, even a dive joint! hey, i hack code here in between. at 5th Street, near the old clock tower, that place is lit! no joke, "its all a dream, a nightmare". i swear i had a chance meeting and ended up in a date mishap. lol.

Arthur W. Miller III