Layla Wichita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But then, some asshole cop rolled up—pissed me off. Actin’ all tough, like he’s Crush the turtle, yellin’, “righteous, righteous!” Nah, man, leave her be! She ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Just tryna eat. I’m over here mad, thinkin’—why’s the system gotta suck? Whores been around forever, even in Rome, they had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled for clients. True story, look it up. Weird as fuck, right?

Wichita Whore War

I can't forget the neighborhoods — NW Wichita (I mean, I ain't braggin') is just amazin'. The families, the little parks, and those funky coffee shops on Maple Street where I share silly stories with my clients. It’s raw real—like, sometimes, you feel the heartaches and the hilarity all at once. And omg, when I mention some teens in the Garden District, I remember how diversity here is like a big ol’ potluck dinner, where every dish gets its chance to shine.

Wichita woman turns front yard into community garden to fight food insecurity