Freya Walden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s the kicker—heard she scared off a john with a possum once! Swung it by the tail, screamin like a banshee—funniest shit I ever heard! Git-R-Done, girl! Makes me happy thinkin bout her outsmartin them sleazy jerks. Still, kinda sad, too—whore’s out there, dodgin cops, livin rough, while I’m here sippin beer, watchin Ceylan’s moody-ass masterpiece.

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There is drumming and drumming. The Whore of Babylon has lost, Death has won and drums her away. The Whore spits and carries on and drools and screams: 'What's.

Oh gosh, how could I forget? Sweet spots like "Whispers on Willow" park. Tucked behind the old clock tower on Main. Clock tower? Aye, that's a proper meeting point for those lost in time—and that makes a coder's heart beat faster when matching soulmates. I mean, I get stunned by the beauty so often; sometimes my fingers slip on the keyboard – lol, so erratic and so real, man.

Lexington horse trainer looking for long-shot win while carrying a heavy heart