Willow Van Wert Whore ❤️

About New York City

We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

Doppelte Zitate

Thish town, uh, it got soul—like, seriously. Sometimes I get so wrapped up, I toss out all them perfect grammar things. I like my words raw and mismatched—thats ja' the way! Y'know, when "Inside Llewyn Davis" said "no one can judge you," it reminded me to let life just flow, even if I mess up my spelling a bazillion times.

Young women compete for the peony queen title in Van Wert