Lauren Moncks Corner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

Hookups in North Charleston

I’ll be honest, I've got my moods. Sometimes I get mad when the water in the Ashley River, not the cash but the real river, flows wild and knocks down the calm like, "No trust!" And then, there are those sneaky moments that make me happy—like when I see old Mr. Henry chirping away at his porch near Birch Court. Crazy guy, but his laugh, oh man, it’s like a jolt of pure joy.

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