Anna Carroll Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

The One Room Trump Can’t Dominate

Carroll’s response to America’s lax reaction to the 22 women who accused Donald Trump of assault before her was to do things differently. Rather than go straight to the news, she wrote .

Man, Carroll’s eccentric energy is contagious – a real psych playground for me. Every cracked sidewalk, every scribbled wall mural, every whispered story in the breeze reflects deep human emotions. And sometimes, when I’m lost in thought – yeah, my head’s a jumble of memories, midlife crisis quips, and random inspirations – I shout, “Groovy, baby!” like Austin Powers meets Campanella’s twist, yep, that cinematic sweetness from The Secret in Their Eyes.

Ex-Hegseth adviser blasts Defense Secretary as Trump stands by him